Today marked the apex of our vegetative state, if that’s possible. There were no ports to visit, so we spent the day finishing our respective books and napping.
Our cruise vacations have a certain trajectory about them. We come onboard and settle in as quickly as possible. We tour the ship from top to bottom and vow to take advantage of the well-equipped gym, the swimming pools, and the promenade deck. For the first few days, we stay on target.
But Island Time eventually kicks in and we begin to relax. Michigan and our regular commitments recede, as do the swimming pools and exercise regime. The deck chairs and ice cream bar beckon. So do afternoon siestas and cocktails during Sailaway. After dinner, we hardly see ten o’clock; and, if it weren’t for the fact that we schedule breakfast delivered to our cabin at seven in the morning, who knows when we would actually rise?
We’ve one more full day to go before we’re back in Ft. Lauderdale and reality requests our boarding pass. I predict we’ll spend it in blurry-eyed blobbing bliss.
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