Well, The Day finally arrived. Time to get on a big ol’ boat and sail off into the Eastern Caribbean wilds for destinations island-ish (but allegedly different from the island we already live on). It’s been a long time coming.
To complicate matters, I woke up to a temperature of 38 degrees, with a windchill of 26. Yep. Disturbingly cold for our tropical island paradise. We braved the harsh elements, though. Many thanks to April and Nathan for the ride.
We made our way through the maze of roped-off lines fairly easily. That is until we went through the metal detector. Chris sailed through with no problem. But when I walked through, the burglar alarm sounded. The lady asked if I had any metal in my body. I replied, “Oh, yeah. All Over. Neck. Back. Knee.” She laughed and called out their secret code. Sounded something like, “Cleanup on aisle 2!” I had to be patted down like a criminal because I had metal in my body. But hey. There was laughter all around.
Next task … the elevators were all jam-packed, so I had to carry our very heavy carryon bag from the 4th deck all the way to our room on Deck 9. Well, why not start the cruise with a sore back?
We stayed in port a very long time. Seems there was some difficulty loading the provisions. Gotta have those provisions.
Meanwhile, we stood on our balcony (for short periods at a time - did I mention that it was cold? Very cold). And why would we torture ourselves like that? Well, I was taking pictures of the Battleship Texas (moored right across the channel from us) and the frolicking dolphins.
Finally, our appointed time for dinner arrived. The crowd was large waiting for the doors to open, but things went really fast when they did. Our servers were from Indonesia.: Ibrahim, Nisi (or something like that) and Atma. Great guys. Our table mates were
Tony & Maria from San Antonio, but they left before they ever ordered, and Bill and Pam from Garland. They seemed to be a fun couple. I’m looking forward to seeing them every night.
Back to the delayed departure. Our scheduled departure time of 4:30 soon became 7:00. No one really noticed except those of us who enjoyed watching the island fade into by the distance. We got to see it by the lights, though. Very pretty.
We strolled around some more after dinner. I tried to get Chris to dance with me during the three violin gig happening at the dance floor. Maybe I shouldn’t have shown her my moves. But the violinists liked ‘em. Maybe later?
And there they were. The moves busted out again. We went to a show that was the crew singing funky music stuff. Not there. The best part of that show was when they had two audience members play that shake the ping pong balls out of the box tied to their backsides game. Funny stuff.
But the moves. That came at the after party. Even got Chris to loosen up a little on some of the dances. But I didn’t know there were line dances. Macarena (I never have gotten that one). Electric slide (is that the right name?). And whatever that one is called that John Travolta danced to. Let’s just say they finally found some songs that us old folks remembered. We’ll leave it at that.
1 Corinthians 1:10 says, Now I urge you, brothers, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that all of you agree in what you say, that there be no divisions among you, and that you be united with the same understanding and the same conviction.
Father, please sail with us these next 14 days. Amen.
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