Monday November 9th, 2015
The schedule for today was a beach day on
Princess’ private island. Drop anchor at
0830, tender to shore and lay out in the sand, snorkel and swim.
Great idea, right? But the
morning broke to storm clouds and a Tropical storm named Kate. Shallow water, big waves, 60 mph winds all
mean we now have a sea day to enjoy.
This Captain isn’t going anywhere near those conditions. So being the great riders we are, we decided
it is a better part of valor to tag along.
Terrie was up early exercising then off to
breakfast and a rush to fill in the day with events. Would you believe a cooking class, a spa
visit, and a bit of sun on our deck. For
me, well, writing you, bouncing around a bit and figuring out how to fit in
three meals and a couple of snacks into my waking hours.
This vessel is amazing. Yes, there are a lot of people but there are
still quiet corners available to sit and write.
Nothing is overcrowded or at least nothing I want to do. Sitting and chillin’ is my kind of
vacation. Terrie checks on me ever once
in a while. I get on the wrong floor
often but haven’t fall off the boat yet.
Now it takes real planning to go to breakfast and plan lunch. And at lunch you have to plan dinner……perfect
cruise.
Weather is now behind us as we quickly cleared
the area. Sun has replaced the storm
clouds and all is right……time to plan dinner and beyond.
We chose an early dinner with our friends. Just our table for the four of us and a great
bottle of wine. Princess does a
wonderful job of serving nice meals so evening events will have to wait for a
bit. If you have ever cruised you know
that fitting everything in can become its own nightmare. Dinner then a show and a bit of people
watching makes for a perfect unwinding agenda.
The dinner show was a singer revisiting the 60s
and 70s both popular and C and W music.
There was a crowd but you quickly got lost in the singing and voices
could be heard all over as popular songs never leave your brain even after many
years.
We had dodged a few rain showers all day and
that didn’t change. Rain hit the glass
patio door and we quietly rocked to sleep with these brief splatters singing to
us.
Rainbows start in the ocean!


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