Our days are still bleak, the dingy grey snow still has not totally melted, so I did the next best thing, I imagined myself back on vacation.
Surrounded by water on all sides, the giant ship glided along the waves, the water lapping steadily as we move forward. Mesmerizing. Relaxing. Blissful. All cares swept away.
The first day of the cruise was spent at sea. The early morning is best, before the multitudes wake, I have my first cup of coffee and look at the ocean. There is nothing better than the gentle breeze (sometimes not so gentle) and the smell of the ocean.
I satisfied my coffee itch, and went to the 12th deck to walk, not a bad way to begin a morning.
Having built up an appetite, (not that I have to work hard to do that) a leisurely breakfast seemed like a good idea, and of course I needed more coffee.
The delightful part of being at sea, is that you can do as much or as little as you want. There are plenty of planned activities, from belly dancing, belly flops and I'm sure other belly things, there is ballroom dancing, and...you get the drift. But I brought books to read and a pad to write on.
The staff always on hand to bring fresh coffee, milk, whatever you need; they are continuously working. By the end of the first day, the steward knew my name and not because I was an author, (unknown) but because it is part of the training to make each guest feel at home and welcome. You know what, it worked.
Even the elevators had a plaque on the floor marking each day, a sweet reminder I'm on vacation.
Till next time,
A Hotel in Paris