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My First Long Cruise: A Journey to Hawaii

I had never been on a real cruise. I say that because back in the 1990s I went on a small 2-night cruise from Florida to the Bahamas that was part of a time-share promotion. It was a small ship, and you could easily walk from one end to the other in about three minutes. No one even worried about not knowing where their kids were because it was impossible to get lost. I always wanted to try a longer cruise, but I didn’t book one until 2025.

In 2025, Princess Cruises advertised a discount on a 16-day cruise to Hawaii departing the Port of Los Angeles in March 2026. Paul had been on several cruises in the past, but none this long, and he had never been to Hawaii. I had spent a week on Oahu, Hawaii in the 1990s, but had never been on anything beyond that 2-night cruise years ago. We decided we could cross something off each of our bucket lists, so we booked the cruise.

Having never been on a long cruise, I read everything, explored excursion and add-on options, and booked everything in advance. We elected to purchase a package that included specialty restaurant dining, up to 20 drinks per day, all digital photo downloads, and three printed 8 x 10 photos each. It was worth the price. Even though Paul does not drink alcohol and I am not a huge drinker (the most alcoholic drinks I had in one day was about eight), the specialty dining and photo downloads made it worth the price.

Korean Friendship Bell

Rather than fly, we made the four-hour drive from our home in Arizona to the Los Angeles Port. We arrived two days before the cruise and stayed at the Best Western Hotel only about 10 minutes from the port. The two-night early arrival gave us time to shop and explore the area before cruise time. This gave us some pre-cruise time to shop and explore the area, and guaranteed we wouldn’t run into any transportation delays on the day of embarkation. Very close to the port is the Friendship Bell, a gift from Korea, beautifully displayed and worth taking some time to visit.

Even the best laid plans can falter. The parking lot at the Los Angeles World Cruise Center was poorly marked and a bit confusing. We entered the lot by mistake, then had to exit to drive around to the ADA loading spot where I could drop off Paul, our luggage, and Paul’s walker before parking the car.

One requirement many may not be aware of is that you must scan a credit card when entering the parking lot. You must scan that same card to leave the parking lot at the end of your cruise. You do not receive any slip or receipt; the fees are charged to our credit card. Parking is $23 per day at the port, so you’ll want to add that to your overall trip expense if driving. Handicap parking was full, but I was able to park only two spots down from the end of the handicap parking.

Once I got back to Paul, we checked in. Princess is very well organized for processing their ADA passengers. Be aware that boarding is a long walk, even if you are ADA. Paul uses a walker for distance, but it is actually me who is placard-plated for handicap parking due to injuries I sustained in 2010. I made the mistake of wearing flip-flops; given the extensive walking, tennis shoes for added stability would have been better for boarding.

Before leaving home, you receive your medallions. The medallion is worn everywhere on the cruise. They are necessary to board the ship, serve as your room key and credit card on board, advise restaurants, servers, and photographers on the ship who you are and what packages (alcohol, restaurants, etc.) you have purchased. It allows not only the cruise line to know where you are and locate you on board if necessary but also allows you and your fellow travelers to track each other’s location on the ship. This can be both positive and negative at the same time. One day, when Paul and I were meeting for lunch, he looked me up and then sent me a message saying I was walking in the wrong direction. My reply: not for the ladies’ restroom!

On departure day, we knew we would likely not see our luggage for several hours, as they have hundreds of bags to deliver to their respective cabins. Don’t worry, they had it there in plenty of time for us to dress for dinner. In the meantime, the atmosphere is festive at the departure port, with a poolside band and a party vibe. Going on a 16-day cruise across the ocean from California to Hawaii, this was the last time we would see land for six days. You must also participate in the muster activity, so you know where to go in case of an emergency while at sea. Again, they know you have participated because you are required to scan your medallion at the muster station.

As a first-time cruiser, I have to say those days at sea were peaceful and relaxing. If you are a partier, there is always something to do on board. You can be as busy or as inactive as you choose every day. I decided to sign up for the Princess Cruise Book Club. There were only three meetings. The initial meeting was when you received the book, which is on loan only and not available for purchase. The club coordinator does not select the book; Princess Cruises tells them which book to use that month. Ours was Birnam Wood by Eleanor Catton. You then have a mid-trip meeting to review the book up to the point the slowest reader has reached. The final meeting is a full review of the book and when you turn in the books. I had never participated in a book club where everyone reads the same book, so I found the experience interesting.

Paul and I fell into a routine after a couple of days. We always started with breakfast in the banquet room, then we would usually go our separate ways to different activities. Paul enjoyed several presentations on Hawaii, ocean life, and more. I participated in jewelry-making classes, a few games, and spent a considerable amount of time reading. We would then meet after our morning activities, usually around 11:30-noon, at the International Café for lunch. This has a nice walk-up counter with sandwiches, soup, and desserts. There is also a spot to get coffee and a bar for alcohol.

After lunch, Paul and I again went our separate ways, either to additional presentations or just to relax and read. I quite often went to either the library or my favorite lounge on board, where they had a drink called The Dunes that I favored. Another favorite spot for afternoon reading was O’Malley’s, where I could get an Irish Coffee. Paul liked to go out on the deck to sit and read, but I found the ocean air cool so preferred to stay inside most of the time.

I would meet Paul in our room around 4:00-4:30 to dress for dinner. Except for the three formal nights, dinner was dress-casual, which meant slacks and shirts for men, and dresses or slacks with a nice blouse for women. While specific time dining is available in two of the dining rooms, we chose walk-in dining. That means you can arrive at any time during the dining room’s dinner service and be seated either as a couple or with other diners, depending on which seats are available. Sitting with a variety of others always makes for interesting conversation.

The optional package we purchased included dining at specialty restaurants on board. During our cruise, we enjoyed dinner at the Italian restaurant, the BBQ restaurant, and went to Crowley’s Steak House twice. It doesn’t matter whether you are in the dining room or at a specialty spot; the service and food are excellent. I always found it interesting that if you weren’t quick enough, the waiter would place your napkin in your lap for you. They also cleared and replaced all the silverware after every course, regardless of whether you had used it. The meals were relaxing and comfortable. There is also a buffet, which we went to for one meal, but we were not impressed. We found the food to be barely warm or cold, and finding a spot to sit was especially difficult. While some love this type of casual setting, we decided it wasn’t for us.

After dinner, we tried to catch the 7 pm show in the Princess Theatre every night. They have two shows per night, at 7 pm and 9 pm, but the early show seating was always packed so we tried to get there early. Every night of the cruise is a different show. After the show, Paul usually went up to our room for the evening. My plans varied depending on what else was going on. Karaoke was held in one of the lounges on certain nights at 10 pm, and I always made sure to go down for it. They had some talented singers on board, and it was always a good show.

We spent Easter on board, and we were surprised by how many children were aboard when the Easter Bunny appeared. They also had large, decorated chocolate eggs on display in front of all the food establishments. Princess does not cater to the family crowd, and is more of an adult-oriented cruise, which is nice for those without children. However, they do take special steps to make things nice for those with little ones.

The six days at sea went quickly, and we were arriving in our first Hawaiian Port. We had four Hawaiian islands to visit—Hawaii (the Big Island), Oahu, Maui, and Kauai; one port per day. We had pre-booked our excursions, deciding that we preferred morning tours and returning to the ship in the early afternoon. The variety of options was expansive, and we took care to choose based on our mobility concerns.

On Hawaii (the Big Island), we did a tour of the 1,000-acre O.K. Farms, which was well narrated by our driver and interesting. We were given a tram tour of various areas of the farm to view where they grow fruit, coffee, macadamia nuts, spices, and cacao (chocolate). The tour included a short walk among the spice trees to sample and learn about the various spices. We had a sampling of fruit and macadamia nut cracking. We visited two waterfalls on the farm, including the famous Rainbow Falls. It was an educational and fun excursion.

Paul and I at Rainbow Falls Overlook on O.K. Farms

On Oahu, we visited Pearl Harbor. There was a wide range of tour options available for this historical site. Unfortunately, the information on the Princess website listed far more items as part of the tour than what we received. Pearl Harbor has expanded massively since I was there in the 1990s. The three-hour excursion we booked did not even give us enough time to fully enjoy the film and the museum; we had to cut our time there short. Paul enjoys reading museum exhibits thoroughly, and I had to go back and point out that our three-hour time was running short and that he needed to hurry through them.

None of the excursions include a trip out to the Arizona Memorial; you are on your own to get tickets on a first-come, first-served basis once your bus arrives at Pearl Harbor. We elected to spend our time visiting attractions on the ground rather than standing in line in hopes of getting tickets. Even given our advance planning, we did not have time to walk around and enjoy other areas of the site beyond the movie and museum. The excursion we booked had also listed a drive past King Kamehameha’s palace, a tower, other sights, and a stop for a photo op in downtown Honolulu, but none of this occurred.

After returning to the cruise ship, we complained at the excursion booking desk that our outing did not include everything listed on the cruise line’s website. The woman at the excursion desk commented that there isn’t enough time to do all those things in three hours. I explained that it should not have been listed in the overview when I was booking, as we had no way of knowing that. The next day, we received a message on our cabin phone that Princess had refunded part of the cost of our excursion. If you are visiting Pearl Harbor, I recommend allowing several hours at this location. If, like us, you cannot navigate certain areas included in the preplanned excursions, such as the submarine, I would consider taking a taxi and handling Pearl Harbor on your own.

I can’t forget the chickens and roosters. Everywhere you go on the Hawaiian Islands you see chickens and roosters everywhere. Early Polynesian voyagers brought red junglefowel, called moa, to the islands over 1,000 years ago. Later, European and Asian settlers brought domestic chickens to creat a hardy hybrid. When major storms, including Hurrican Iwa in 1982 and Hurrican Iniki in 1992 smashed open backyard chicken coops and game farms, thousands of chickens and roosters escaped into the wild. Because there are no predators on the island, the chickens are able to multiply and enjoy warm year-round weather and plentiful food. We were told these wild chickens are not good for eating.

Our excursion on Kauai was the Wailua River Cruise and visit to the Fern Grotto. It was a relaxing and scenic trip up Hawaii’s only navigable river to the Fern Grotto, which is a natural lava-rock cave. The area is famous for its upside-down ferns and tropical plants. It is only accessible via the boat tour we took. The boat cruise includes live Hawaiian music, a hula demonstration, and narration about the local history and culture. After we departed the river cruise area, our tour guide stopped the bus so everyone could view Opackaa Falls. The name stands for falling shrimp, because the area was once plentiful with freshwater shrimp. There was also an overlook of the river we had traveled down during the river cruise.

Our final stop in Hawaii was Maui, where our excursion took us to the Maui Ocean Center and the Maui Tropical Plantation. The Maui Ocean Center, also known as the Aquarium of Hawaii, showcases marine life found in Hawaiian waters. You will view coral reefs, sharks, rays, and sea turtles, as well as a wide variety of other fish and sea life. This is definitely a must-see on the island, and we enjoyed it immensely. The second stop on our Maui excursion was the Maui Tropical Plantation, which offers a tram tour through its lush gardens, a stop at an art carver’s area, and a demonstration of coconut husking. The farm grows over 40 varieties of crops and, for the more adventurous, offers ziplining. The gift shop carries a variety of snacks, food, and beverages.

The four days in Hawaii went by quickly, and we were soon back on the ocean for five days, en route to Ensenada, Mexico. Our time on the water was relaxing, and we fell back into the routine we had cruising from California to Hawaii. Most cruise lines are licensed outside the U.S. and must include at least one international port to maintain their licenses. For that reason, our Hawaiian cruise included a stop in Mexico.

Ensenada, Mexico, is located in Baja California. It is a nice little tourist town, and we purchased the Dancing Horses Excursion. To reach the location for this equestrian performance, you will travel through the Mexican countryside. A complimentary glass of Sangria was provided to all guests at the ranch; those who preferred an alcohol-free option received an alternative beverage. The thoroughbred horses are well-trained and perform rhythmic footwork set to traditional Mexican music. There was also time to walk around and view the horses in their stables. After the performance, we were taken back into the town of Ensenada, where we enjoyed tequila tasting. There is a wider variety of tequila flavors than I was aware of; many I really enjoyed, but the cost per bottle was higher than I cared to pay.

Sadly, our 16-day cruise was soon over, and we were back at port in Los Angeles. If you have never cruised, be aware that the night before disembarkation you must place all your luggage outside your cabin door by 6 pm. You then depart the cruise ship after breakfast, in stages, according to the group you have been assigned to. After being scanned out of the ship and through customs, you proceed to the luggage terminal to collect your suitcases.

This is where an enjoyable cruise turned into a departure nightmare. One of our suitcases was not in its designated spot. We walked around nearby but could not locate it, so we asked a worker for assistance. He finally found it across the building, but workers are not allowed to touch luggage, so I had to walk over to retrieve it myself. We then got a luggage porter to load our luggage onto a cart and transport it to the parking lot. They are only allowed to go just inside the fence area, not to your vehicle, so I left Paul, his walker, and all the luggage there and went to get the Jeep.

I walked in the direction I had come from when I originally parked the car. When I got to the end of the handicap parking, not only wasn’t our Jeep there, but I could tell the lot didn’t curve at that corner as it did where I had parked. That is when I realized that we had come back into dock two ports over from where we had left, for example, leaving for the cruise from Port 91, but returned to Port 93. I stopped someone who worked in the port and asked about getting to the spot where my vehicle was. I learned it was a considerable distance over, beyond a bridge, and there was no way to walk through the fenced area between the lots. I had to walk back the way I had come, around a fence, then across two parking lots to the far corner to reach my vehicle. Now, keep in mind, I am handicap-plated, and there were no trams at the port for transporting people to or from their vehicles. By the time I reached our vehicle, my ankle was extremely swollen and sore. I then had to navigate the Jeep back across those two lots and get into line to pick up Paul and the luggage. Not a good way to end a fabulous cruise!

I was not happy that we returned so far from our departure location and there were no accommodations for getting people to their cars. While I don’t hold Princess 100% responsible, I assume they have considerable pull with the port authority given the number of cruises they have going in and out. I made sure to let Princess know about this huge problem when I filled in my survey.

Overall, my opinion is that my Princess Cruise was a fantastic trip and I would 100% cruise with this line again.

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Memories of Grandma-Part 1

We all have memories from our childhood of what a grandma is. The type of grandmother I am is nothing like what my grandmothers were. Grandmas like them no longer exist.

My grandmothers were of the era where women stayed home, and when at home wore a full apron. They were excellent cooks and always made sure they fed everyone who visited.  When you walked in the door, they were always happy to see you.

That is where the similarities in my two grandmother’s end. They were each special in their own way, but so very different.

My Maternal Grandmother

Grace DeVries Hilts was born May 3, 1899 and grew up one of 10 children. Her parents and some of her siblings were born in the Netherlands. Grandma was born in Jamestown, Michigan. Her mother died shortly after childbirth and her father married the family housekeeper.

Grandma did not get along with her stepmother and married the first man who asked her. She was 18 years old on August 11, 1917 when she took her wedding vows to Ralph Hilts in Hershey Michigan.

I have fond memories of my grandfather, but his stature in life was far below what my grandmother’s had been. I’m sure the early years of their marriage were most likely difficult.

Grandpa was a hardworking man and together they built a life, raising two boys and later my mother. When my mother was born her brothers were already 19 and 23.  

My grandmother was 61 years old when I was born and she became my babysitter. Both my parents were employed full time in Traverse City, and because of the distance from their home in town to the farm, I essentially lived with my grandparents the first 2-3 years of my life.

My parents would drop me off at the farm on Sunday night, visit me on Wednesday evening, and pick me up on Friday night. Because of the time I spent at their home, I developed a very close bond with my grandparents, especially my grandmother.

Memories of things that were part of my life as a toddler have stayed with me for life.

Front Porch Sitting

My love of large front porches probably started with Grandma. I remember sitting on the large farm house porch as the sun was going down. We would watch children playing across the street, but we never talked to them, and they never came over.

The people across the street lived in a large barn and were referred to as “the cherry pickers.” I now realize they were Mexican migrant workers. They would arrive in Traverse City every summer to harvest the cherries.

We also sat on that porch during the day, and Grandma would give me the glass saltshaker off the kitchen table. She told me that if I could sneak up on a bird and get salt on its tail that it would not be able to fly.

Oh, how I tried to get salt on those tails, but I never accomplished that task. I wonder how much salt I put on Grandma’s front lawn. Thinking back Grandma must have found it quite entertaining to watch me try to tiptoe up on a bird, knowing perfectly well that the bird was far more keen then my young mind realized.

Doing Laundry

My grandmother had a ringer washer. Once the clothes had been washed and rinsed, each item had to be run through a ringer to squeeze the water out before being hung on the clothes line to dry.

My most vibrant memory of that machine is when my younger sister stuck her arm in the ringer, and it sucked her arm in and got stuck. Carol screamed and my mother slammed her hand down on a quick release, popping the ringer open. I’m not sure who was more scared, my sister who was stuck or me watching the entire scenario.

When the clothes were washed and rung out, they were carried out to hang on the wash line. I had my own little laundry basket and clothes pins.

A low wash line was strung for me at the end between two poles. That is where I had the task of hanging small items such as wash clothes. A very important task for a two year old.

Down on the Farm

It was a farm and chores had to be done. I remember going into the hen house with my grandmother and taking the eggs out from under the chickens.

I also remember she let me carry the egg basket back into the house – that was gutsy!  I guess when the eggs are available daily if I broke a few it was no big deal. 

We also fed the chickens. I’m not sure what Grandma gave them, but I remember it was in a pan and she would throw it over the top of what to me seemed like a super high fence. For years I wondered how she did that, but now realize it probably wasn’t as high my memory makes it out to be.

Grandma had a few rows of raspberry bushes, and I could go out and pick all the raspberries I wanted to eat. To this day I love fresh raspberries. I wonder if I got my love of other fresh fruit and vegetables from my time with my grandparents.

At night we would call the cows. I can still here her saying “Come Bessy, Come Bessy, Come Bessy Come.”  The next thing you would see is the cows walking over the hill and heading to the fence where we stood.

  • With Grandma Pre-Christmas 1961
  • Grandma with my Mother and cousins
  • Grandma and Grandpa
  • My maternal and paternal grandparents on my parent's wedding day
  • My grandma in 1982 - 83 years old
  • Grandma, I am standing and my sister is on the pony
  • My high school graduation in 1978 with my two grandmothers
  • Grandma in November 1964 - 65 years old
  • Grandma and her son/my uncle, Lee Hilts
  • With Grandma on my wedding day, September 12, 1981 - she was 82

Going to Get the Paper

While memories of my grandfather are not as strong, there was one daily activity I loved, and that was going to get the paper. He had to drive to a small store or gas station to pick it up.

This was before seat belts and car seats were used. I remember sitting in the center of the front seat, and as we drove he would let me push all the buttons on the radio. Then when we got to the store, I could look inside a chest freezer and pick out an ice cream or Popsicle. A simple routine that holds fond memories.

I also liked walking the garden with him when he would pick the tomato worms off the plants and drop them into a can. I don’t know what was in the can, but it couldn’t have been good because they died.

Another memory of my grandfather is being in his garage with him. He kept beer out there, tucked behind his toolboxes. He would pull one out and pop it open to drink it.

Thinking back that is the only place I ever saw him drink anything alcoholic. Beer was never kept in the house. My grandmother did not drink at all, so I don’t know if she opposed having it in the house or if he simply did that out of respect for her.

The Move From the Farm

As they aged my grandparents sold the farm. Even though we weren’t there often, they had kept a pony for my sister and I to ride when we visited. That would be no more.

They moved into two-story home on a smaller piece of property when I was a child. It was next to a cherry orchard. It was from there that I first saw the automatic cherry pickers.

I still remember the disappointment I felt seeing that machine violently shake the tree so the cherry’s would fall. I felt bad that the Mexican cherry pickers would no longer be climbing the trees with their buckets to harvest the crops.

While living in that house my grandfather passed away. I was in 9th grade when he died, and Grandma would move again. She moved to a house next to my aunt and uncle’s home.

Grandma didn’t drive, so I’m sure this made things more convenient for her, plus it was a ranch style, so easier to navigate. It did have one wonderful feature, a mini orchard behind it filled with an assortment of sour cherry, sweet cherry, plum and peach trees. A fruit lovers paradise!

Habits I learned and Things I Didn’t Learn

My mother always said I have traits of my grandmother that I probably acquired while living with her. One of those was the fact that I don’t easily share my feelings. I keep things to myself.  I think over the years I have become more open, but I still walk a cautious line in that area.

I used to do a lot of embroidery, and I now have my grandmother’s embroidery basket. I remember my mother saying I make my stitches just like Grandma, tiny and precise.

One thing I didn’t learn and wish I had is how to tat. Grandma put tatting on the edge of everything she embroidered. Dresser scarves and pillow cases all were edged with tatting.

When it came to cooking, Grandma made the best beef and noodles. I never learned how. I remember my mother making it one time and I told her they weren’t as good as Grandma’s. She never made them again. I wish I knew how Grandma made them.

If I Could Go Back

If I could go back and spend just one more day with Grandma, what a wonderful day it would be. I would get up and not get dressed, just so I could hear her say one more time “get your duds on.” 

I would enjoy watching her cook breakfast. I don’t know how she could prepare a full serving plate of over-easy eggs, never breaking a yoke going into the pan or onto the plate.

I would sit in the kitchen and observe her laying an antique curling iron over the stove burner to warm it up before curling her hair so we could go to town. Of course she would change into her “going to town dress” because a house dress wasn’t proper. Once we got home she would immediately change out of that dress and back into her house dress, placing a full apron over it.

I would enjoy the orange slice candies out of the candy dish on the coffee table. They are still one of my favorite candies. I would also grab a couple Windmill Cookies from the depression glass cookie jar that sat on the end of the kitchen table.

My foot would quietly work the peddle on her sewing machine up and down, amazed that she used to sew clothing on that old treadle machine. My mother said when I was little Grandma could look at me, take a piece of fabric and freehand cut a dress, sew it, and it would fit me perfectly.

I would sit and watch the goldfish inside the glass fishbowl that sits in a wobbly, antique metal fishbowl stand next to her chair. She enjoyed sitting and watching them.

At the end of the day Grandma and I would sit on the front porch as the sun goes down. Red sky at morning, sailors take warning, red sky at night, sailor’s delight.

I would watch Grandma standing in the drive waving as I backed down the drive, one last time.

Grandma died on February 11, 1988, one month after my son was born. I have always regretted not making the drive north so she could see her great-grandson prior to her death. Grandma’s health had been deteriorating following a stroke. My mother said she thought Grandma held just on long enough to know that I and my son, Patrick, were fine.

I hope you enjoyed reading about memories of my maternal grandmother. Watch for my upcoming Memories of Grandma–Part 2, which is about the memories I have of my paternal Grandma, Louse Elizabeth Lautner King.

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