Wearing my panama hat I sail the Panama Canal, drinking my Pina Colada im in the Caribbean, whalewatching im in Alaska, riding a camel I must be in Africa, grilling my shrimps im in Sydney. My dream cruise takes me where I want to leave my heart, maybe San Francisco or maybe not. My plate will overflow with wonderful and exotic foods, my eyes will boggle at the array of goodies. I will gaze from my balcony and see the constellations at night, wave at the people on shore coming into port. I will see the sights of the world that I imagine in my mind. Sea-ing is believing and this would bring me oceans of pleasure.