As a day at sea – you are probably expecting a picture show, description of the ship, and finally an update on the knitting. After all – you have read more than one of my cruise trips.
This time brace yourself for a bit of a detour.
Back in 2000, George in a flash of brilliance gave me, as a birthday present, a gift certificate for Ballroom Dancing lessons for the two of us. At the time I was stationed with the Germans who were always having one kind of formal event or another; all of which involved some serious dancing. George, being the normal obtuse American male had finally figured out that the traditional American attitude “real men don’t dance” was, in fact, bullshit. Real, educated German men all danced. Every last flipping one of them along with speaking two or more foreign languages, understanding history, geography, math and physics. It was part of the education package along with music and art.
Some how he managed to get us out of Munich without ever redeeming his promise. Our first couple of years in Heidelberg came and went; so did I to Kuwait and back. Our three youngest all learned dancing with their classmates and he kept saying that we would manage.
The Windstar cruise was small and didn’t have formal lessons or entertainment. I had quietly thought that perhaps on this cruise I could get him to cooperate for at least a couple of evenings.
Now, it is Sat morning and we are on our way to the light rail. As we load the suitcases into the back of the van at the hotel I feel something bright, zinging and breath stealing go snap in my back. Caught with the suitcase half way up, all I can do is gasp and use my upper body strength to boost it in the rest of the way.
I can’t move. Unfortunately for George, I can talk, moan and complain. The light rail gets us to town. He manages the luggage and we cab rather than walk to the Pier. For the first time in my life, I am panicked about being in a crowd and getting bumped.
Shall we just skip ahead to getting on the ship?
We find the cabin. For some miraculous reason we have an accessible cabin. Rather than running perpendicular to the long axis of the ship, it is parallel. There is space on both sides of the bed, the door to the bathroom is wide and there are railings.
So this means that I am not having a really good time, not walking around the ship, not climbing up and down stairs and certainly not dancing……. drugs, not dancing.
Bummer. I am going to think of it as savings! No fancy or expensive excursions for me – just a bit of wander on the pier and photos….