“We are in the Gulf steamer crossing the Straights heading a little west of south …on our “floating prison” nothing is in view but sky and sea. A fresh wind is blowing from East and the steamer is rolling so penmanship is rather uncertain and there was many vacant seats at breakfast table.”
We treated ourselves to breakfast in what appeared to be the least expensive of the hotel dining rooms, and it came to $50 for the two of us. Won’t do that again!
We had been told we’d have a ten-minute ride to the Harbor Beach Marriott Resort, but the ride was more like 20, but when the driver stopped the sign on the building was Westin, not Marriott.
What ifwe were to follow the path of William Richard Hobby from Cuba to Panama, through the Canal and on up the Pacific Coast to San Francisco?
