April 1 - “Roberto the Bull”

On the way to our excursion our guide pointed out a huge black cutout figure of a bull. He said it was the symbol of one of the strongest families in the area. That, combined with the actual bull fighting ring we saw, forced me to make a purchase. I found a tiny blue bull just begging to go home with us. And when I agreed, he grinned a big ol’ happy grin. So Roberto will be joining us for the rest of our journey. 

Now, the excursion itself was way up in the mountains to a place called Guadalest. Tiny little village of 200 people that hosts a million visitors every year. Yep. Pretty crowded. But we were actually lucky. The Holy Week visitors start arriving today and on into the weekend. 

The city center consisted of a statue of Saint Gregory. Looked like the pope. Numerous shops off of a cobblestone street surrounded it. In fact, after the “grand hike” was over (you’ll understand the reference in a second), Chris managed to locate one of the extra little rises that jutted up just a few inches from the street to just before the actual stairs began. 

And by “locate” I mean she tripped on it and fell headlong into one of the shops. Quite the entrance. She said she was worried that she would crash into some of the products on sale. I thought maybe she wanted to get the attention of the two sharp-looking Spaniard guys standing nearby. Intended or not, it did get their attention. They were over her in a flash, reaching to help her up and query as to her condition. She was a little wounded in the hip and arm and pride, but she was a real trooper. Even insisted we check out the store she had so rudely forced herself into. 

The main attractions were the 15 random museums scattered throughout the town. My favorite was the Microgigantic Museum. It consisted of amazing things that were all very tiny. Another was the Museum of Medieval Torture. You get the picture. We didn’t get to go into any of those. 

Instead we went through what had been the home of the wealthiest family in the area. They had it set up to show what life there would have been like. Kind of interesting, I suppose. 

The high point, however, came as we climbed higher and higher. The house was connected to a castle, and the trail led to its highest peak. Long way up there. Very long way. 

Another highlight of the hike was the church bell tower. We heard it sound the hour at 11 and at 12. The castle was taller than the tower, so we were able to get pictures looking down on the tower as well as up at it. 

So after a grand hike like that, I guess it’s understandable that Chris’ foot was a little too tired to make it over that hump. 

The ride back to the terminal seemed really long. At least the part where I was awake seemed long. The nap made the rest of the time go a lot faster.  And the race with one of the other buses made it kind of fun, too. We beat you, Lynn and Stephanie. 

The rest of the afternoon we spent packing. Not nearly as fun as it was a couple of weeks ago. Plus, we still had to figure out what we are wearing in Barcelona so it could go near the top. And we had to have our two big suitcases out in the hall for pickup by 10 pm. We made it. 

‭‭Matthew‬ ‭20‬:‭28‬ says, just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life — a ransom for many.

Father, thank you for that guide we had yesterday. He certainly gave out a lot of info in a fun way. Bless him. And thanks for those two kind guys who helped Chris up after her fall. Bless them, too. Amen. 

March 31 - “Cold in Cartagena”

Wellllll … it was cold again. I mean, really cold. When I stepped out on the balcony to take some sunrise pictures, it was 49 with a wind chill of 36. The anticipated high for the day? 59. Skies were beautiful blue (as was the water). Meanwhile, in Galveston, how about a high of 75? Stay cool, my Island friends!

Our excursion was a walking tour of Cartagena. Our guide was a young guy very well-versed in all things Cartagena. He was born and raised there. The other part of the tour was the opportunity to sample 5 different tapas. Best I can tell, that means something along the lines of snack foods. The things we ate ranged from tuna fish on a breadstick to fried chicken salad (my favorite) to a bowl of rice with some kind of mystery meat to  pork in a tomato sauce to some diced French fries with spicy mayo. Weird. Fortunately, we could get a Coke or sparkling water with each one. The cokes there tasted like Pepsi. 

Our guide Dani (who, by the way is a big fan of Real Madrid in soccer) explained lots of historical and cultural fun facts. Remember that parade? Did I mention a bunch of the people walking by were wearing really tall, KKK-like hats that covered their faces? Dani explained that the hats’ point represent the prayers of the people going to heaven. The covered faces indicate that the human is nothing before God. Now that makes sense. 

He also took us to the local Roman amphitheater. It was discovered only recently, so it was really in a shambles. Completely covered in dirt. Even had a neighborhood perched upon it. Now the neighborhood is gone. Kaput. Razed. That’s when they discovered the amphitheater within.  It was dedicated to Lucius and Tiberius, sons of Caesar Augustus, grandsons of the Divine (Julius Caesar) that was a pretty big deal. 

From there he (Dani, not Lucius) dropped us off at a local artisans’ souvenir shop. We bought a really cool nativity set, and Chris actually found a thimble. 

Finally we made our way back to the boat on our own. Not that hard. Cartagena is a nice little town. Reminds me of Galveston. 

‭‭John‬ ‭1‬:‭29‬ says, The next day John saw Jesus coming toward him and said, “Here is the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world!”

Father, thank you for our guide Dani. Bless him and his family. Amen. 

March 30 - “Palm Sunday … in a big way”

Late night update: Stayed up until really late, shivering in the cold, all to be able to say we saw the Straits of Gibraltar with Spain/Gibraltar on one side and Africa on the other. Of course it was ten o’clock at night, so all we saw were city lights, but hey … that counts. 

And when we got back to the room, we set our watches ahead yet another hour. This time it was to account for all of Europe moving to Daylight Savings Time. Easy enough. Except … 

Apparently, this time the phone automatically moved itself forward, adding to the previous reset we had done. That put us two hours ahead. And that meant our alarm went off at 5:15 instead of 6:15. I think. At least that’s what the ship time on the TV said. Oh, well …

We gave away palm crosses. I took a baggie full of them on the chance they might be conversation starters. And they really worked. I gave some to our regular dinner companions. I also gave one to our room steward Maali, to our waiter Vivian, to an elevator full of people heading to breakfast, and to a very nice couple who were upset that they would have to miss mass. Chris gave one to a waitress from San Lucia who was sad to miss church  as well. She put the cross in her hair clip. I saved back two for our pickleball friends, Marcos and Kinny, hoping to see them at some point during the day. The only ones who refused it were two Jewish ladies. They were quite kind in their refusal though. They thanked us for the thought.

Our excursion was for a city tour of the town of Malaga, with emphasis on archaeological sites. We only saw one - a Roman theater - and we saw none of the advertised castles. Nevertheless, my favorite “site” was the bullfighting ring. It holds 30,000 people, but they only sell 10,000 at a time. They make more money that way. 

But by far, the Palm Sunday procession through town was something I’m so glad I didn’t miss. Hundreds of kids and adults as well as two different bands led the procession. The highlight, of course came when about a hundred men carried a massive full-sized statue of Jesus on a donkey. But that was not all. There was a full diorama of people, plants and even a full sized palm tree. Amazing and impressive. And to think, there were festivals and parades just like that one going on all over Spain. 

On the negative side, because of the massive religious and cultural implications of Palm Sunday, there were literally thousands of people massing in the town square. It was very difficult to stay near enough to our guide so as not to get lost. Still … well worth the experience. 

And speaking of experience … we finally got to see a complete performance of the high diving/ water show. We had tried three times before and it was canceled each time. Either weather or technical difficulties. This time only one part of the show had to be dropped because of those dreaded technical difficulties. But they continued with the rest, and it was amazing. Lots of acrobatics. Numerous very high dives. Even some tightrope walking. And the synchronized dancing looked and sounded like they had been taught by a Pacific Islander. Well done. 

Oh, and as I was walking up to our seats, a young boy maybe nine or ten years old approached me with eyes wide as saucers. He pointed to my t-shirt (that I got for Christmas) and said in a very heavy accent, “Mee-Kee Mon-Tell?” Yep. I was wearing my Mickey Mantle baseball card shirt. I assured him that he was correct. He beamed and skipped away. Gotta love those budding baseball fans of all ages and nationalities. 

After everything was over we stopped off and picked out the two photographs we wanted to get as our 50th anniversary portrait. One is serious and about as dressed up as we got. The other one is really relaxed and  fun. 

‭‭Luke‬ ‭19‬:‭38‬ says, The King who comes in the name of the Lord is the blessed One. Peace in heaven and glory in the highest heaven!

Father, thank you for that Palm Sunday experience. Made me appreciate you even more. Amen. 

March 29 - “The Great Collapse”

We made it! After 4835 nautical miles we arrived in Cadiz, Spain, to a beautiful sunrise. We couldn’t depart the ship until 11:30, though. Had to wait for our excursion time to come up. So while we were waiting, we took a walk up to the top deck to establish where we needed to be come 11:00 pm. That’s when the captain estimated that we would be sliding through the Strait of Gibraltar, with Spain on one side and Africa on the other. Chris was really excited about that one. 

Our excursion in Cádiz was a walking tour of the city. More specifically, the historical points of interest. For some reason it was billed as a National Geographic tour. Well, walk we did. 11,000 plus steps on my counter. And remember how we have been miserable with the rainy, cold weather? Those days are gone. It was bright and sunshiny. And it was hot. The temperature gauge read 64. I think it was a little crazy. 

And thus begins the saga of … The Great Collapse. 

Our tour guide really knew her stuff. And she was nothing short of passionate about it. Her accent made it particularly difficult to follow everything she said, but we definitely got a mega-dose of Spanish history (from the Phoenician perspective - she had Phoenician roots). 

She explained that the three flags flying over the city were the Spanish flag, the Andalusian flag (a region or state), and the Hercules flag. Yep. It has an actual image of Hercules. That one is the Phoenician flag. Again … a nod to heritage. 

Now that passion proved to be a bit of a problem. As she strolled down one of the city’s cobblestone streets, intent on explaining something or other about one of the basilicas, it happened. No warning at all. In fact the vast majority of the group followed happily along behind her. All, that is, except for one. 

Yep. There was one who just couldn’t quite make it around the corner. And as if in slow motion, the cobblestone streets became a cobblestone cot. A flurry of motion broke out. Something sweet to eat. Some water. A wet cloth. Three nurses to check a pulse. Decisions. Ambulance? Taxi back to the ship? Stand up? Sit down? Continue? Has it happened before?

Phew! The decision was finally made to call a cab and return the one who passed out to the ship. 

Oh. Did I fail to mention? 

It was not me. And … it was not Chris. It was one of the other old dudes. 

Now there was one place where we were waiting to look at some ruins under the city when Chris did have a pressing need to have a seat in the street. Scared our tour guide to death. Not two collapses in one tour! Chris had a power bar and a minute or two to rest, and she was ready to go. 

We were dead tired when we got back to the ship. At least I was. I could barely keep my eyes open. And that 11 p.m. date with Africa (aka the Straits of Gibraltar) was still looming …

To help us stay awake, we went to the evening show. It was called “Columbus the Musical.” Pretty much a comedy with Monty Python vibes. They had some 

Technical issues. Apparently they couldn’t get the huge Columbus-era ship (pretty much the only set) to spin around. And when it finally started spinning, they couldn’t get it to stop on the right place.  Weird. It finally righted itself, with the help of the tech crew, of course. And the grand finale was worth the wait. Goofy show. Great talent. 

After the show we went up to the deck as far at the front of the ship as we could. The captain announced that our ETA for heading through the Straits of Gibraltar had been moved up to around 9:30. We grabbed a window and held our ground. Oh. Remember that cold that was missing all morning in Cádiz? It came back. 

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭3‬:‭3‬ says, But You, Lord, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts up my head.

Father, thank you for some dry land. Sure have missed it. Amen. 

March 28 - “12 foot swells”

After breakfast we did our prayer walk. Actually it was more of a prayer stumbled. We were going through some really rough seas. Huge swells. Even the room stewards were hugging the walls and grasping for the railings. And yes, the barf bags were back on all the staircases. Glad we’re not playing pickleball today. 

Back in the room we found another critter on our bed. This one was, best I can determine, a girl lobster. How could I tell it was a girl? She had wide eyes and really long eyelashes. Also, she followed your every movement throughout the cabin. It was definitely a girl. A scary girl. 

We went to a session with the captain and two of his main officers. It was all question and answer. The one answer that most reached us was: we have been experiencing no less than 12 foot swells. Explains the eerie feeling that we were gonna fall out of bed at night. 

After lunch we went to what amounted to a staff talent show. As we walked in, I became a little concerned. One entire section of seats was covered with people in white shirts and rather long, tall, white hats. It was like an army of chefs had come to cheer on their own. I was just hoping they left in time to fix us some dinner. 

The crew members who performed were really good. Our favorite guy was the opening rendition of Over the Rainbow. A girl from India did a native dance balancing some plates. Another guy did an interpretive dance about not wanting to lose his girlfriend (I think). A trio of girls sang and danced. And the show ended with a rendition of I Did It My Way. 

At the close of that song the curtains opened to reveal a host of workers from all over the ship. And then even more marched down the aisles to join them on stage. Pretty incredible sight to see so many of the staff all together. Meanwhile, the crowd was going wild with applause and cheers. 

When things started to calm down, the emcee got our attention and announced, “You cruisers, stay here. All you people on stage … get back to work! We have a cruise ship to run here!” They all then filed out, followed by the audience. All in all … a fun show. 

After dinner (another of those dress-up days), we decided to take advantage of one of the  myriad of photo ops set up on the main floor. Chris said it would count as our 50th anniversary photo (if it was a good one). The guy took 20 or 30, so surely there will be one keeper. 

From there we went to a concert by a famous violin guy named Gary Lovini. I figured I’d ask Corey if he ever heard of him. That’s my gauge of violin famous-icity. He was really good. I think his transitions were his strongest point. He went from playing the Rolling Stones’ “I can’t get no satisfaction” right into that slow, beautiful, “The Unchained Melody.” Oh, and he switched that stick thing (bow?) one time to one that lit up. A little over the top, but it fit his so-called “sexy medley.” What do you think, Corey? Gonna apply to play on a cruise ship?

‭‭Romans‬ ‭15‬:‭5‬ says, Now may the God who gives endurance and encouragement allow you to live in harmony with one another, according to the command of Christ Jesus.

Father, thank you that Marcos is feeling a lot better today. He’s gonna be sore for a while longer. And please be with us on this excursion today into Cádiz. Finally. Dry land in Spain! Amen. 

March 27 - “SPLAT”

I tried something new for breakfast. English black pudding. I didn’t like the texture at all. It tasted kind of like pork sausage, if you agree to stretch that definition a bit. OK … a lot. After my attempt I looked it up. Good thing I tried it first. It’s called blood pudding in the U.S.  Made from the blood and fat of a pig, mixed with the hulled kernels of oats and some weird kind of spices, no doubt designed to mask the real flavor. You can keep that one, UK. 

 We did our prayer walk. This one covered our “home turf,” Deck 9. And we found a few tiny ducks this time. Our collection is growing. 

We enjoyed lunch. Not so much the food as the company. We sat next to a couple from the U.K. who are now living in Germany. They were what I would categorize as “delightful.” They asked all about Galveston, then spent a good deal of time describing the “must see’s” as well as the dangers (pickpockets) of being an American tourist in Barcelona. 

In the afternoon we went to a performance by a makeshift choir of about a hundred of the cruisers. They did an amazing job. They sang an array of songs from different genres. After only five rehearsals of 30 minutes each, it was pretty incredible. 

Guess what? Today was the make-up pickleball training. The original one got rained out. This one stayed on. In spite of wind gusts of 30 mph and a temperature of 45. Both of us were out in force. All went well for about an hour. Then the singular sound rang through the air … “SPLAT.” All play stopped. Gasps were heard from across the two courts in use.

A hesitant glance revealed the source of the sound. One of the portable nets was scattered askew. And sprawled across the net? 

Well, yes, there was a body. But no, it wasn’t me. That just leaves …  

Yep. You guessed it. It was that one guy we met from San Antonio named Marcos. He and his wife were at least ten, twenty years younger than us. He was trying for a ball near the net and completely lost his balance. He was OK, though. Bruised ego. 

Meanwhile, Chris and I were busy smoking the team we were playing against on the other court. Oh, I imagine we’ll be some kinda serious sore for a few days (or weeks?). But for now? We made it through pickleball. WE ARE UNSTOPPABLE! 

‭‭Jeremiah‬ ‭29‬:‭13‬ says, You will seek Me and find Me when you search for Me with all your heart.

Father, thank you for keeping us relatively unscathed on the pickleball court. Please be with Marcos (and us) as we nurse our sore bodies. Amen. 

March 26 - “…Other Useless Skills”’

We went to breakfast at our usual time. Then we prayer walked another floor of the ship. And when we returned to the room, there was another little critter on our bed. This time it was a sad rat. 

But next to little Ratatouille were two crisp certificates, one with each of our names engraved therein. They were commemorative documents concerning our successful completion of a transatlantic journey from Galveston to Spain. 

Of course, we’re not there yet. But I guess this indicates that the captain feels fairly confident that we will indeed arrive in Spain sometime in the next three or four days. Good to know, Cap. 

We made it early to the Barney Fife session. Got some good aisle seats for this last one. This one was one clip after another of the guy’s favorite moments. Again … really funny stuff. 

From there we made our way to some steps so we could better see the “Let’s Celebrate” parade. They had dressed up dancers and floats all decorated with themes of the different holidays through the year. I was wondering how many of the non-USA staff were involved. One holiday in particular was quite specific to the U.S. - Independence Day. Can you imagine a Brit joining in on that one? Kind of ironic, don’t you think?

The show after dinner was a guy named Randy Cabral. His byline was: Comedy, Juggling, and Other Useless Skills. Love it when these guys are honest.  But let me hasten to say, this was my favorite show of any kind all trip. He was hilarious. He kept the audience engaged from beginning to end. And he was just plain good. So glad we went to that one. 

‭‭John‬ ‭7‬:‭38‬ says, The one who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, will have streams of living water flow from deep within him.

Father, be with Joe and his knee, Debra and her foot, and Bruce and Sharon with the business issues they are facing. Amen.