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It's official: I'm a weiner!

    I mean "winner," of course, but I feel like a weiner for keeping my friends in suspense so long. (Sorry, friends.) The secret, officially revealed this morning by Food & Wine Trails Epicurean Tours, is that I won a 5-day Mediterranean cruise (thus the pic of Love Boat's Isaac Washington) sponsored by Food & Wine magazine, which will take me and mine from Monte Carlo (shades of Grace Kelly) to Rome, location of my favorite movie of all time:
 And, if that isn't enough to blow my excitement-starved mind, we sail - in late April - on Oceania's brand new Marina, where the bathrooms are bodacious and the cuisine is, in the words of my Food & Wine Trails booking agent, "over the top." Here's some info on the cruise.
   First cruise. First trip to Europe. First first-place prize.
   People do win contests, people. You can't win if you don't enter!  (Which reminds me, I think I'd better play the Powerball tonight!)


Colleen said…
AWESOME! Congratulations!
Anonymous said…
congrats:) January Jones really is a ringer for young Grace Kelly . . . Roman Holiday is a fabulous & beloved film of mine.
Marguerite said…
I'm so happy for you! Is this a trip for two? Start passport app or renewal now! Keep me posted. I may be in Europe in April myself. It's my top secret for now. LOL ps. Finally got out to the grocery today, what a difference a day makes!
Cathy Hamilton said…
Thanks, Colleen. Agreed, Anon. I knew people might think that was January in the photo. Marg: yes, a trip for two, leaving Apr. 19. I may have to call you for Florence lodging suggestions. We're going to Cinque Terre, too. I think.
KJ said…
Fantastic! Have a blast and post lots of pics!
Laurie said…
Congratulations Cathy! Wow - and to think I'm thrilled when I win prizes off the radio. You have inspired me to continue to enter contests whenever I get a chance.

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