Sorry, I have not as yet cruised at Eastertime. Best Easter memory: age 12. We lived in California on an acre filled with orange trees. The orange blossoms still fill my nose with their divine odor. One end of the lot had a 80 year old English Tutor, the other side is where we kept the horses (7). My mom hid little chocolate Easter eggs all over the yard... under trees, in the irrigation terminals, underneath saddles in the tack room. We laughed and searched for hours for the little color foil eggs! This was an excellent day, and a fun time growing up. ( Could this be why she teacher sixth grade?)
Enjoy... heres to a day filled with family, friends, and good times.