Whoever came up with the phrase "all good things must come to an end" should be severely beaten and shot. Alas, the cruise had come to an end. I was up a bit early and walked out on to the balcony to watch the sunrise and see our ship as well as several others dock. Surprisingly it was cold out as a front had moved through while we were down in the Caribbean. We had some breakfast, said our goodbyes, and left the ship. Big Blue Bertha was waiting for us in the parking garage, covered with ocean spray. The ride home was subdued, but we knew we'd come back again sometime.