These sandals I bought for our last cruise. The last one, where ten of us, all bearish, all hungry, went on The Explorer of the Seas and were dubbed “The Bear Pack” by one of the ship’s crew. Good times.

I use to have a pair of Tevas that I kept for years and years, long after the velcro failed on them. I bought them only for white water rafting down the Ottawa River in the early ’90s. One trip, I flipped out of the raft and as my arms flailed around in the surf, in horror, my hand hit something. I grabbed. I came up for air and discovered that one of my sandals was missing. And that I had said missing sandal in my hand. They were now dubbed my lucky shoes. It wasn’t until I started to wear the Tevas around town that I discovered that I had bought a whole size too large and I was literally flopping and tripping around in them like a drunk clown.

These particular sandals make me happy. Not like… “Let’s get some shoes!” kind of happy but they do hold a lot of memories from the last couple years.

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