Due South of Nova Scotia,
September 15, 1921
I have come to the point where I must "reminisce". It is already in the background and I am applying my ingenuity to the concocting of new plans which will carry me back to a repetition of this wonderful summer.
It is a sad moment, of course, even with the great joy of seeing my family only two days off, for I am afraid that no other wandering in Europe can ever equal this in the pleasure and profit of companionship. Wilma and Dexter are more than absolutely satisfying. They are stimulating and entirely lovable. And Kithie has been the dearest kind of constant associate- restful, playful, and enthusiastic. It will seem queer not to live whole days and nights with her.
I want my recordings to be complete- especially since they took an unbroken course through all of the hastening and heat of the summer and got me up and kept me up betimes mercilessly. Now just Bruges and Paris remain to be told, and the few leisurely events which make this life at sea so restful and delightful.
I shall begin with my early awakening in my little gable room far up above the old Marketplace of Bruges, where the "largest chimes in Belgium"