Our last port has been visited and now we are headed back to where we embarked. It will take us two days to reach Southampton, England.
This is the time of our vacations when I fight depression. I just don’t want it to end. The idea of packing up and trying to jam in any ship activities that we have missed makes me want to pull the covers over my head. It’s been so much fun; why does it have to end? Attitude is everything, and wasting the last two days in a depressed funk, is ridiculous. So I suck it up, hitch up my big girl panties and see what we can still do.
Oh the joy of a day at sea. No commitments other than the big decision to eat at the buffet or the dining room. Oh, and don’t forget to mosey down to the espresso bar for that cappuccino.
We all slept in. I’ve developed this habit of waking up as the sun rises. I snap a quick sunrise shot and hop back into bed (if there is time). Today, oh baby, there was time, and it felt good. But the sunrise wasn’t that pretty today. Kind of blah – which is exactly how I felt. Maybe the sun needed to sleep in, also. There was a little slip of a moon in the sky, but you just can’t win at the Spectacular Sunrise Contest every day. It still was nice, but I’m getting spoiled. I rarely sleep late, but I didn’t get up until after 9:30 a.m. George and Ellie were still dead to the world, but George eventually got up and we had lunch at the buffet. I was hungry because we had missed breakfast.
Today was a day at sea while we are steaming 550 nautical miles towards the Equator and Ecuador.I woke up feeling ever so much better today.The sun was shining and the water was sparkling blue.I couldn’t tell looking out the porthole how warm it was, but it looked pretty darned wonderful.George and Emma were both still in slumberland.I put on my gym clothes and made the trek to the top of the ship.
I was going to head for the gym, but when I popped out by the pool, it was so warm and lovely that I decided to walk the track.It was about 7:30 a.m. and already there were a number of people sunbathing.Mostly the old prunes, I mean aged sun-lovers, the same group who always seem to be there.Maybe they sleep there – or they died on the first day and nobody has noticed yet.If I was a pool attendant, I’d sure pretend not to notice.
Everybody was smiling broadly, and I thought this was an awfully jolly group.Then I quickly checked to make sure there wasn’t a stream of toilet paper hanging out the back of my pants.Last time I saw smiles this happy, I had a big streamer of Charmin’ following me.Continue reading “Day 8 – Sea Day and the Magic of Dolphins”