|Vacation, Day One
||[Feb. 27th, 2007|11:06 am]
We are back from the sunny Caribbean, to the snowy Midwest.
It was a marvelous trip, not perfect - as you will see - but filled with awesome, as the kids say these days. So here is a day-by-day rundown, broken into readable daily sections:
Sunday: Travel. Get on big boat. We got up at WTF-o'clock Sunday morning and flew to Newark, where we picked up Amy and met Ferrett's folks, Pat and Bruce, and got on the plane to San Juan. The flight was uneventful until the end, when we landed on the front and left tires, bouncing and lurching onto the right with such force that the left came up off the runway and there was a general gasp of fear throughout the cabin, followed by relieved applause. I thought perhaps the force of it was simply enhanced by being in the middle of it, but our cab driver mentioned it to me on the way out of the airport so apparently it was making the rounds.
We drove through San Juan toward the pier, which reminded me of my first drive into Tel Aviv. The architecture of the two cities is remarkably similar. Then we worked our way through the embarkation process, which was a bit confused because of the way our reservations were made but which we finally got straightened out. We were on what is generously referred to as the Main Deck, level 2, which is one deck below the deck where the fun stuff starts. Pat and Bruce were on the Upper Deck, level 6, one deck above all the fun stuff, and we were conveniently both in the aft section of the ship, which is a good thing because the ship is one long-ass boat.
Once we were settled in, we launched ourselves into the primary task of cruise life: eating. The Carnival Destiny has two dining rooms and we were seated in the furthest aft one, the Universe. If you are toward the front of the ship you have to actually go up to deck 5 or down to deck 2 to get around the Galaxy dining room and get to the Universe, and I know that for some people this was kind of a pain, but it worked out well for us. We were already in the aft of the ship and were not inconvenienced, and our table had a gorgeous view out of the back of the ship, where we got to watch the islands retreating in the distance every night.
But I'm getting ahead of myself, because the first night was random seating. We ate dinner and then spent soem time exploring the ship. We watched the first launch from the balcony of Pat and Bruce's room and then went up to the Lido deck for the Sail Away party.
The Lido Deck band was bad. I mean, appallingly bad. I don't mind the Calypso-fication of rock and roll, but if you are going to do it - and get paid for doing it - you should at least: a) know the tune, and b) know the words. It really was like listening to your brother's high school buddies in the basement. Bad.
But, like a high school dance, people nodded in agreement that the band sucked and kept on dancing. We threaded our way through the electric slide, trying to get back to the elevators and off the deck, ready to retire for the night.
By this time, Amy had slipped away from us. She did not reappear until 1 in the morning. This is enough to make a mother a bit worried, but when she finally did she told the tale of boys hitting on her because they thought she could get them beer with her soda card, and then scoffing at her for being polite to the bartenders. "Why did you say please and thank you? Just tell them what to get you!"
She was unimpressed. Her opinion of the teen club was equally underwhelmed. One day into the cruise, and she was already pretty certain that she wanted to spend it hangin' with the 'rents.
That's my girl.