As with all of my vacations upon checking in, the first thing I do is examine the bathroom facilities. This is important because usually it’s the only personal time I get on a trip, and the more noises I make behind that closed door, the more alone time I receive. Our cruise to the Bahamas was no different. We had arrived on the boat at 12:30 only to find our rooms would not be ready until 1:30, which really confused me. I mean, it’s not like a guest had just checked out. The boat had been in port for several hours. Surely, they didn’t wait until just before we boarded to remember to clean the ship. Yet, by the look of the toilet, they had done just that. Luckily, along with the small container of lotion and brand new Bic razor, they also provided a worn-out toilet brush.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
I don’t like the heat; or rather it doesn’t like me. My low blood sugar seems to turn me into a puddle of Jell-O faster than the average person and soon I look like a dying jelly fish stranded on the shore. I don’t mind going to the beach, however, as long as I have my umbrella to keep me in the shade and no one tries to coax me into the water or out into the sun. It’s the atmosphere of the beach I relish; not the beach itself. If we could transport it into an air conditioned enclosure, it would be perfect. So, when the girls got excited about a cruise they wanted to go on obviously I had mixed emotions.