"Magical" is the word. Last summer we were moored in Avalon, and the Sicilian suggested we go ashore so I can enjoy a two scoop waffle-cone sundae for lunch at Big Olaf's. I knew right then and there something was amiss. I'm settin' there enjoyin' my "lunch" and she shows up with a new hand bag that was so "cute" she had to have it. A "magical" moment.