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.
The call of nature, and habit, woke me this morning. I love going out on the veranda to see what the sunrise has to offer. It gives me a little shiver of pleasure to think I’m somewhere exotic and this special spot and time is mine to savor. What an opportunity to live in the moment.
This morning, I paid tribute to the moment and then the lure of the soft, cushy bed drew me back. We are all exhausted, and today is a day of recovery at sea. Yes, this will be a day of regeneration and get ready for Copenhagen tomorrow.
Last night, when Ellie was working me over in the gym, I had stupidly agreed to attend a 7 a.m. fitness class with her. Something about finding my core. I just wanted to find my bed. Fortunately, Ellie was zonked out and I “forgot” to wake her up. In fact, I slept until 9:30 a.m., which is very late for me. Ellie slept until almost 11 a.m., and I was more than happy to tiptoe around so she wouldn’t wake up.
It is such a job getting out of town on vacation.It is so much work that we need a vacation to recover from the effort.There is always a last minute disaster or two, which in the moment of chaos, makes me wonder whether this is all worth it.But, of course, it is.What is moderate inconvenience (and lack of sleep) compared to heading out on a grand adventure!
Yesterday was exhausting, and a bit emotional, so I didn’t write about it last night.It’s the next morning, the last full day of our cruise, and now I’m really getting emotional.I hauled myself out of bed and am sitting with my computer, a cup of coffee, fruit and a bit of muesli (damn I’m going to miss this).I think yesterday was exhausting for a lot of folks, and I easily found an empty table on the outside deck at the rear of the ship.It has everything to make my heart happy; warm breezes, blue waters, people to dote on me (oh dear, I’m going to cry), and the buffet right through the electric doors.I don’t even have to push a door open and there is the coffee pot ready to fill my cup that runneth over.
But, back to yesterday!The Grand Cayman Islands!We have never been to the Caribbean.Don’t hit me, but it didn’t seem all that interesting.I mean, the Romans never made it there, did they?It’s always seemed more a land of party boats, bikinis and laying on the beach with a tropical drink.Three things I am decidedly not.
Oh my goodness.The water is so blue. Royal Blue.The. Water. Is. That. Color!Lord, it is lovely.And then it changes!All my life I have known there is the color of aqua marine blue.You know that blue-green so popular decades ago.They got that color from the Caribbean!It really exists on something besides a wall! Or a 1950’s refrigerator.Continue reading “Day 13/14 – Near Death with Dolphins”