“When we had parted from them and set sail, we came by a straight course to Cos, and the next day to Rhodes, and from there to Patara. When we found a ship bound for Phoenicia, we went on board and set sail. We came in sight of Cyprus; and leaving it on our left, we sailed to Syria and landed at Tyre, because the ship was to unload its cargo there” (Acts 21:1-3). Each time I come to a passage in Acts that could be described as “travelogue,” I try to imagine what the travel would have been like. I am afraid my imagination is lacking when it comes even to trying to picture the situation and the challenges. The sailing. Trying to make connections. The waiting. The additional waiting. Still more waiting. Maybe I have trouble imagining the scene because I have so a low tolerance for inconvenience when it comes to my travels, and I face nothing like Paul faced.