I suppose that every journey involves a destination. In my story the journey and the destination are one and the same. So here I am sitting in cabin 3116 on the MV Explorer. Edgar the cabin steward has already been by and folded my yummy sushi pajamas and placed Mr. Beeps (the amazing traveling bear) back on my pillow. Looking out my porthole the only thing in sight is the mass of water and waves. I am in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean approximately 850 nautical miles outside of Cadiz, Spain. Right now the rolling waves are somewhat unwelcome and are making me wish that the rice pudding at lunch hadn’t been so damn tasty. I think that the students who thought Semester at Sea was the booze party of their lives rethought alcohol after the first wave of seasickness. The weather today is much cooler than it has been over the last week and the outside temperature is 63^o Fahrenheit. It is 2 pm here and 7 am at home causing students to curse the time zones of the world. Luckily there is only one more day of class before our 9 day “weekend”. Of course no class means that we will be out exploring the cathedrals of Cadiz and the souks of Casablanca! My journey is just beginning and the destinations are dotting the horizon.