Carnival Spirit: The Second Sea Day

(Previous Post in This Cruise Report: The First Sea Day.)

This is the last day of the cruise for which I have notes, so perhaps the entries will be less cumbersome from here on out. (Doubtful. I specialize in long and leaden rambles. Speaking of which, if you're just landing here, the trip report for this cruise starts here.)

Woke up around 7 a.m.-ish with a bit of a backache, so I added two ibuprofen to the usual ginger. I say "usual," but this was probably the last day that I took the ginger. I just kept forgetting, and the motion of the ship wasn't affecting me at all. Still, I think I'll keep packing it on future cruises. You never know.

Back to bed, and when I woke up again at 10:11, I was much better, although tired with a sore face, as if sunburnt. (Except I definitely wasn't sunburnt, for that would suggest getting somewhere near the sun. Perhaps allergies.)

We (thought we) hurried down to the showroom for something called "Be the Know-It-All," whatever that was (curse you, Fun Times), but it had already started. Still, we stayed to watch as different silver screen legends were projected onto the big screen, and people scribbled what they hoped were the correct names of all 40 stars shown.

Now, I'm very proud of the trivia games we won, even though I understand that the word "trivia" doesn't mean "big, important knowledge," because prowess at trivia means that you're staying curious about the world and interested in new things, two qualities that are surely important. However, the world has more trivia than a million dedicated brains could hold, so I also understand that in order to win a trivia game, you sometimes also need luck. Luck that the questions are in your areas of expertise and experience, or that your opponents - who may by day be brilliant beyond belief - simply all hates Pringles and can't remember the potato chip company's advertising slogan.

So, had we (officially) played in "Be the Know-It-All," I can confidently say that we would have been toast. While neither of us is completely ignorant of vintage Hollywood faces, no way would we have beaten the woman who identified 33 of them.

We stayed in the showroom for the "Gender Showdown," not sure what that would be, either. The Fun Times actually included this in its Top Ten events, but only said that it was 18-or-older and males versus females, not that it was a trivia contest.

While we waited, a waiter came by to advertise the drink of the day, served in a monkeyhead coconut.

Well, I hate monkeys, as I hate orangutans, all gorillas, and apes. (But not hell, all Montagues, and thee. Sorry, the freshies are doing Romeo and Juliet at the moment.) Mike is right there with me on this, which I think just about proves Plato's theories on soulmates. Still, neither one of us could resist the monkeyhead.

Carnival Spirit - Mike and Monkeyhead

Look at that nose. It's hardly a monkey at all!

We got ours with a virgin pina colada. (Which is still $16. I protest.) Here's a peek at the inside:

Carnival Spirit - Mike and Monkeyhead (Revealed)

I find this photo fascinating because, of all the modeling Mike has suffered, this is the shot that really looks the least like him. Who is that guy?

The monkeyhead has a slot so you can turn it into a bank. Ours is on the "spoils of travel" bookshelf, which I like to think I've thematically accented with my first SLR camera, our barely used geocaching GPS (who wants to eff around with a serial port?), and a feather boa. While we don't really qualify for the Monkeyhead Wasters Club, we certainly support their ideology that, when you're on vacation, if you see something you want, and you buy it, this is never money wasted. Even if it's a coconut carved to look like Rudolfo the Red-Nosed Rhesus.

For the more frugal fencesitters, I've read more than once that if you wander around the decks on monkeyhead day (or whaletail day, which we missed), you'll find plenty of these souvenir cups abandoned on tables, their original owners having staggered on. Interesting, but that sounds like it requires getting near the sunshine. Eeek!

For this Gender Showdown, women were told to sit on one side of the theatre, men on the other. Each side elected a captain. (Read: the noisiest and most socially lubricated clique shoved someone up.) There were quite a few people like me, sitting by themselves, missing their spouses on the other side. In fact, everyone was very spread out, which was a terrible strategy, but I don't think anyone knew what to expect. (So, if you ever play this game, encourage everyone on your team to sit together.)

Joey from the entertainment staff would ask a question to, say, the men's captain. Both captains would run back to their side and get the answer, then run up to the stage. If the men got the answer right, they would get a point. If not, the women could try for the point.

I didn't volunteer any answers because there was always someone screaming and waving her arms for our captain, and of course there were some answers I didn't know. (Half of the questions are "male-oriented" and half are "female-oriented." I think I did better at power tools than fashion.) Plus, I can be a bit shy in competitive situations. For some people, fourth-grade gym class builds physical fitness skills that carry through a lifetime. For me, the only lifetime legacy of gym class is a deep aversion to the risk of becoming a target for other people's poor sportsmanship.

Mike, sitting close to the front on the boys' side, flagged down his captain more than once to give the right answer. (He later noted that several of the people behind him also knew the answers, and he was just well-positioned.) After his zillionth correct answer, one of the party girls sitting in front of me, who was mates with our team captain, turned to her friend and hissed, "That guy knows too many." This was right after Mike identified the correct term for an "ottoman." Ladies, put the monkeyheads down once in awhile?

Finally, though, we got a question that rendered our side of the room silent. No one was hysterically hollering for the captain to run over. "Really?" I thought. "No one knows the name of the 1986 Paul Simon album with the song 'You Can Call Me Al'? No one?"

I was just about to flag down the captain to whisper "Graceland" in her ear, when a slightly older woman starting waving her arms and making the Horshack "Oo! Oo!" noises. "Ah, there we go." We all watched the woman relay the answer with passion and smiling authority. The throng of party chicks - many perhaps not even born in 1986 - looked relieved.

And so our captain returned to the stage. Joey repeated the question. "What is the name of the 1986 Paul Simon album with the song 'You Can Call Me Al'?"

Our captain leaned into the microphone. "Bridge over Troubled Water!"

As we left the Pharaoh's Palace, Mike asked, "Did you die a little when she said that?" I'm not a huge fan of Graceland, but to be betrayed by someone of the generation that should know Simon and Garfunkel from Paul Simon's solo work. Bridge over Troubled Water? In 1986? Shame has a new face.

We thought we'd take lunch a little late today, and see what Match Game was, over at the good old Fountain Cafe. We caught the end of charades, just in time to see that the entire winning side got medallions. Oh no, our medallion were devalued! Shock!

(You realize that I'm kidding, right? Our medallions are breathtaking.)

Match Game called for six volunteers, three from each gender. Not wanting to just be spectators, and perhaps being a little leery of gender-divided games now, we decided to go ahead and grab lunch in the dining room.

Mike started with the Jamaican red bean soup.

Carnival Spirit - Lunch Soup

Like the rest of the meal, he pronounced it good, but my soup? My soup was the best soup ever.

Carnival Spirit - Curried Apple Soup (THE BEST)

This is curried apple soup. It is served chilled, and the spices made such a nice complement to the bite of the apple flavour.

And, just like with yesterday's soup drama, we now know that it probably has chicken broth in it. When I bought the older Carnival cookbook recently, just for this recipe and the jerk pork loin (to be featured in a bit), sure enough, there was the chicken broth. For all I know, they now use vegetable stock (now that we're in an age of veg-awareness), but I don't think I'm being a pessimist when I say this is probably wishful thinking. (Even though usually either Mike or I can identify soups that use chicken broth... don't ask how many times I've pushed my complimentary bowl of fideo soup toward Mike when we've gone out for Mexican.)

But, because this curried apple soup is the best soup ever invented, I'm going to hope that a meatless version can be made. (Before you suggest that the chicken broth is what made it tasty, consider the vegetarian "chicken" noodle soups that are eerily realistic.) I'm hoping that the Indian spices and the apple are what truly make the soup, and maybe I'll be able to cook something just as exquisite.

Carnival Spirit - Lunch Ribs

Pictured above are Mike's ribs, and below we have what I call "Pasta, at Last."

Carnival Spirit - Pasta, at Last

As I mentioned in the last (cruise-related) post, I'm really pleased with how Carnival doesn't do the lazy thing and turn its vegetarian menu into one big pasta festival. On the other hand, I like pasta. I was very happy to have this cheese ravioli in creamy mushroom sauce with fresh mushrooms and tomatoes.

Mike and I both had the lemon mousse for dessert. It was different. Interesting to try. Probably wouldn't seek out again, but wouldn't object to it, either. It's hard to remember what it tasted like, other than "lemon, in mousse form." Not too tart. Maybe needed an extra blueberry.

Carnival Spirit - Lemon Mousse

I did dig that S-curve of lemon slice in the middle.

Once again we missed Ultimate Mind Game, whatever that was, but I was determined not to miss Adult Arts and Crafts. I knew from yesterday that today we would be decorating visors, and I thought Mike should come along, so that way I could have two visors.

On our way forward, we went through the photo area and decided to find our Elegant Night photos from last night. We looked and looked in the section stated on the card the photographer handed us the night before, without luck.

I asked the woman at the photo counter if all of the photos were out, or if our section was continued somewhere that might not be obvious. She looked at me in an unfriendly way, and with matching voice said, "The photos are all there." I, a little flustered by her abrupt tone - we were the only people in the area, so it's not like she needed to get to the next customer - said that it was just that we hadn't found ours, but perhaps we needed to look again. I let my voice trail off, because we had looked, and it hadn't been there, so if there was any further advice she could give, now would be the time.

She looked me in the eyes, and with the manner of someone who is pretty sick of her job, she asked, "Do you want me to help you find your photo?"

Not wanting to have to talk to this sour staff member ever again, I said no, thanks, that we would try again on our own. She turned away.

Looking down, we saw the Bean Bag Toss underway in the atrium lobby.

Carnival Spirit - Bean Bag Toss

Once again we looked for our photos, wishing they would just do this digitally. Stand at a kiosk and find your photos by either date/location (as the hard copies are arranged now) or by some ID number (such as the one currently in use, where each photographer has his own letter), or even by room number (although that seems far more difficult to track, at least for the fast shots on gangways and at the table). Then just order prints of the photos that you want, instead of the current wasteful system where 80% of the printed photos are thrown away. (That's a hard stat, direct from the Behind the Fun tour. I think I mentioned it before, actually. And I'll probably mention it again when I cover the tour. Eighty percent!)

We eventually found our photos, having missed them because a small part of section H was mixed with section G. (It was labeled, but easy to miss if you weren't looking in Section G.) We had five poses, and had a hard time choosing between two. However, at $22 a pop, we had to choose, and eventually we went with the one where I looked like Cindy Lou Who. (Which is why I only shared half of the photo in the last installment of the trip report.)

Twenty-two dollars. And no, unlike the onride photos at Disneyland, you aren't allowed to stand there with your cell phone and take photos of the photos. Cut the prices in half, which still feels exorbitant, and we probably would have bought six or seven photos during the cruise. We may have even posed for more. But instead, we bought one photo, and all of the other photos of us were thrown away. I think Carnival is doing something wrong, business-wise, here. I've heard that they're trying out some new ways of managing photos on Carnival Dream, so perhaps they've been scratching their heads over the waste, cost, and customer dissatisfaction, too.

Speaking of customer dissatisfaction, so I had to face Madame Grumpy at the photo counter again to pay for our photo. I was my most bright and cheerful self as I lied and said that someone had put a photo in front of ours (which does happen), but we found them, so yay! She didn't have a word to say. I mean, literally.

Because I was determined that she should do her job, and because I was genuinely curious and wanted to know, I waved my arm and the shelves and shelves of photos on display and said, "Do you know... does Carnival have any plans to make this all digital?"

She looked at me with about a 50-50 mix of disdain and irritation. "It is all digital."

****face, please. Like I think anyone is up at 2 a.m., shaking canisters over a stop bath. But me, ever sunshiny, said, "Oh, I know your cameras are digital, but I mean do you think guests will ever look at photos on, say, kiosks, instead of going through all these hard copies?"

She paused. "No. They can't do that. The ship couldn't handle the equipment for that." She paused again. "Maybe the newer ships. But we definitely couldn't handle it."

I thanked her for the information, more than she had done for my purchase, and rejoined Mike.

Later that week, during the Behind the Fun tour, she was the photographer for the group photo in the kitchen. The photo where, after she shuffled us all around, my face is almost completely obscured. I'd suspect an "I hate Shari" conspiracy, except I don't think this woman puts that much thought into anything. (Also, bad customer service is seldom that personal... which is actually sadder than if it was, perhaps.)

Still traveling forward to the Cafe for Arts and Crafts, we took the scenic route and used the empty promenade area outside the Atlantic deck. (The Promenade deck has no promenade. Don't ask.) Other than some workmen doing something with one of the lifeboats, the deck was vacant. It was beautiful out there for a little stroll.

Carnival Spirit - Atlantic Deck

Later that week, there would be signs on the doors saying to stay off the promenade due to high winds. Too bad. It's really lovely. Cool breezes, nice shade... oh, I guess that's why. :)

Mike was happy to act as a non-participating companion during Arts & Crafts, but I successfully bullied him into dipping his toothpick-brush into the allotted glitter-glob. (Resources are limited, so glitter paint is dolloped onto little plastic lids, and toothpicks are used for brushes. It works surprisingly well.)

Carnival Spirit - Mike Stoked about Arts and Crafts

We both chose butterfly designs. (They were out of the one design I really liked, and the only other option was repeating pairs of flip-flops which, while cute, weren't butterflies.) My idea was to pain the bodies and antennae of the butterflies, and sometimes the little lines on their wings. (Like veins in a leaf. What are they called? One Google result says "wing veins." Okay.)

My Artistic Vision for Visor

Mike, however, wanted to focus on the circular patterns found on the wings. I'm very familiar with his artistic vision, as I eagerly took over his visor while giving mine a rest. He didn't seem to mind.

Mike's Artistic Vision for Visor

Krin, one of the Arts and Crafts leaders, kept saying how funny we were, as she watched me working on two visors and elaborating on our artistic differences - veins versus spots, and Mike had to insist that he really had done his share of the painting. (Perhaps he was just making sure that he got his participation points. I seem to recall there was some sort of "I'll do this, if you do Arts & Crafts" negotiation, but I've forgotten what this is. I promise I'm not being coy and evading the revelation of some naughty bargaining - it was probably something like "not nag about (whatever)." Ha.)

I'm going to gloss (literally) over the part where I accidentally flipped the paint tray and it landed on Mike's beloved new shorts (as seen in the deck photo above). The shorts were okay (whew!), although sadly they perished six weeks later in a bizarre bookstore accident. (Another story.)

As we wrapped up Arts and Crafts, guess what? We saw a whale! Not just a hazy bump in the distance, but a flap-flap-SPLASH of a whale right by the windows, flipping its shiny black tail into the air. Wow!

Mike and I returned to the cabin around 2 p.m., him to nap and me to cozy up with the Kindle on the balcony, in the reclining chair with my feet propped on the other chair, and a towel over my legs for warmth. (Those breezes do bring a certain chill to the shade.)

I didn't wake Mike as I tiptoed out at nearly 3:30 for 60s Trivia down in the Cafe. I passed the Saturday Night Fever Dance Class in the showroom. Well, if I was going to have to do trivia alone, I guess I might finally indulge in something from the Fountain Cafe.

Carnival Spirit - Coffeeshop Company Milkshake

That's a chocolate milkshake with hazelnut syrup. (Good, but no frap, packaging similarities aside.) On every cruise we had admired the cafe's pastries, but it's hard to justify paying anything for food (even the very reasonable cafe prices). Still, this was nice.

Did I win at the 60s trivia? Nope... but I came in second-place, losing by one. And I lost to someone who was actually from the sixties, so I was proud. Once again, a good game, good people, no cheating.

I went back to the room to rouse the sleepyhead. Trivial Pursuit at 4:30!

Except, and I know I touched on this problem before, when we got there, we found out that leagues had been formed the day before, and there didn't seem to be any way to join now. This is the kind of stuff that needs to be in the Fun Times. (Today's Fun Times did say "Trivial Pursuit #2," which is a hint, but only if you can see into the future the day before and then stab at the right conclusion.)

We decided to stay anyway, just playing for fun and not for points, but there was no place left to sit in the Deco Lounge. (No place at all, not just "no place with a little breather for personal space.") A staff member (from Camp Carnival?) was sitting at one of the tables by the window with a child, a laptop open between them as she asked him survey questions. I wondered what that was about. (And wished she could have continued this elsewhere.)

When in doubt, food.

We'd missed tea time (it was during the 60s Trivia and Mike's nap), but as delicious as it was, we didn't mind. (And sure enough, I sit here now, incredulous that we could have missed a single one - let alone three out of the four teas on this cruise - badly in want of a scone.) Hmm, how about pizza?

Carnival Spirit - Napolitana Pizza

The pizza on Carnival Spirit is kind of gross. I don't know why, when the dough is the same on every ship (I saw it in the storerooms) and the recipe is (supposedly) standardized, but its' gross. Even when the pizza-man makes it fresh while you wait, the slice is congealed and nasty by the third bite. Every time. Believe me, I kept trying. Three cruises, three very different pizza experiences.

I've said this before - I don't like to comment on pizza, because it's funny how so many people believe in One True Pizza (Chicago, NY, Italian, whatever) instead of appreciating the differences of each, but fresh-yet-congealed pizza is never good pizza. Oh well.

Mike noticed that some people had ice cream. Not soft-serve, but actual scoops in dishes. The ice cream parlour must be on!

I waited, still full from lunch and my bites of pizza, while he went to the aft deck to check this out.

Carnival Spirit - Ice Cream Sundaes

Back he came with these artful surprises. Mine is the butter pecan up front, especially chosen because it wasn't the same old choc/van/straw. Smooches to the man who knows me so well... although not so well to know that I've disliked butter pecan since I was a kid. However, that's when I was a kid, when I didn't like nuts on things and thought butter pecan was one of those stupid grown-up flavours, like rum raisin, that took up valuable space where the strawberry or vanilla should be. (I didn't like chocolate ice cream until my twenties. I still don't like the cheap stuff.)

So, I tried it, and it was quite decent. Alas, I was too full (the power of cruising!), but I admired my boat of melty-squishy as Mike - who wisely had a turkey sandwich instead of pizza - ate his dessert.

Down in the atrium lobby, Mike reached an extra few inches beyond the counter to snag a copy of tomorrow's capers from the pile. (The clerk saw him, said "Those are tomorrow's," but protested no further - wheee!) We returned to the room for a short spell, while Mike watched SW (I have no idea what this is, but that's what the notes say), and we waited for the Past Guest Reception.

I don't know what time the PGR started because we had to surrender our invitation at the door (to the omnipresent Joey). The timestamp on the photo below says just after 7:00, but my camera clock could be plus or minus an hour. That might explain why we missed the British Pub Quiz? I don't know, and my notes are - as mentioned - getting thinner and thinner as the cruise goes on.

Carnival Spirit - Past Guest Party Treats

Should I get a cocktail? Not driving, no work tomorrow, not just sitting on the sofa, they're all free... but nah, I went with fruit punch, as it actually looked the best. With the first sip, I could see why people missed it. (It used to be available for free on the Lido deck, along with tea and lemonade, but apparently it caused too many stains.) So frothy, so new. By the second one, it was syrupy swill that I never wanted to look at again. Fruit punch? What was I thinking? Still, fun to try.

A video played (look, John Heald!) with a little Carnival history, then the entire fleet was shown on the screen, ship by ship, and we were all to cheer for the ones we'd been on before. While we clapped strongly for Elation, I made sure that Splendor got a hoot and a holler. Actually hurt my throat a bit, but I love that ship. (I love that spa room.)

The hors d'ouevres were fine. Mike got little chicken salady things, and I got little tomato/mozz caprese bruschetta things. Cruise director Stephanie said a few words, the captain was introduced, a preteen won dinner for two at the Steakhouse in the drawing, and (other) couples took to the stage for dancing to the live orchestra. (Which made for a very sweet video, but in this case I don't think it's my place to share.)

Somewhere in all of this, we paid $20 for 20 "win-a-free-cruise" raffle tickets. Someone has to win.

Plenty of photo ops were happening by the atrium lobby as we walked to dinner.

Carnival Spirit - Photo Zone

With a little time before the meal, we returned to the promenade deck to walk along the back of the ship, peeking into the big round dining room windows and admiring the impressive churning trail that Spirit leaves behind. Nothing photographed well, but here is Mike by the light of the fullish moon (upper left).

The dining room queue was more crazy tonight. We were in the part that wound through the art deco lounge, and for some reason people - the same kind of people who zip in and out of traffic lanes, always hoping to get one car-length ahead of everyone else - kept trying to make a new thoroughfare between the line and the wall. One woman - not content to shuffle with the masses through this congested corridor but not content to go another way, either - actually gave me a "it's up to me to point out your rudeness" look before saying, "You're in the way."

As I had been quite deliberately standing six inches away from the wall instead of everyone else's twelve, hoping that some passengers would get the hint and stop trying to scurry up an invisible shoulder lane beside us instead of simply cutting across the line and walking with everyone else, all I could do was raise my eyebrows. You can't fix people like this. You can't say, "I think the term you want is, 'Excuse me, please.' I also think you should notice that if you're having to turn sideways and push past people to use an 'aisle,' then maybe you need to consider that those people walking five-abreast on the other side of the dinner line are located in the actual aisle." It won't end well.

So I just raised my eyebrows, and gave an inch - a very literal inch - and forced her to squeeze through, as the passengers behind me all dutifully cleared the way a bit more, just like they did for every asshat before her.

I know I've griped more than once about stupid people in this post, so just remember, for every one of these memories, there were 1000 others that were just simply joy. (Honestly, I'd more or less forgotten both the squeezer and the photo-bitch until I looked at my notes.)

Carnival Spirit - People Are Coming (Oh Snap)

Carnival Spirit - French Onion Soup

I started dinner with the French onion soup, but once past the cheese layer, it tasted so yucky - strong and acrid - to me, so I pushed it away. Maybe it's because it was probably made with beef broth (per that old Carnival cookbook), and I've been eating vegetarian French onion soup for so long. Mike didn't like it, either - Zoltan surprised him with a bowl while waiting on the salad - but FO soup is never really his thing. He much prefers his mixed green salad.

Carnival Spirit - Mixed Greens Salad

Mike is a huge fan of Carnival's vinaigrette. He and Zoltan chatted about it. Z: "Oh yes, the olive oil. It is virgin... just like me." Teehee. Ew.

Carnival Spirit - Jerked Pork Loin

And above is possibly Mike's favourite thing on Carnival's entire menu - the jerk pork loin. The. Best. Seconds were definitely in order.

Carnival Spirit - Polenta

I once again must rave about the herb polenta with wild mushroom ragout. This might be my favourite dish. (The Indian dinner always has one weak point, and the pot pies betrayed me this time, but that's later.) Buttery, creamy, flaky, savoury - all of the essential tastes!

Carnival Spirit - Warm Cinnamon, Fig, and Date Cake

I chose the warm cinnamon, fig, and date cake with rum raisin ice cream for dessert, and as I said on the Splendor trip report, this is the dish for which the word "pairing" was invented. It's such a terrific mix of flavours, temperatures, and textures. Zoltan and I raved about it together, each encouraging Mike - who was too full of pork loin for dessert - to try some. C'mon, c'mon. Make sure you get a little ice cream on the spoon, too.

He pronounced it as very nice, but alas, his tummy really was full of pork loin, and he dare not push it.

I wasn't but a few more bites in before Mike caved and signaled Zoltan that he would have the same. Oh yes, it's very good.

After staggering out of the dining room, we went up a level to the buffet, just to see if Mike's pork loin was available there. (In case we ever, for some reason, don't want to eat in the dining room on a future cruise. Like, if we had to sit with another couple.)

We very lightly and carefully crossed the Lido deck to the spa. Unlike the decks on the last two cruises, this one always seemed to be very wet and slippery. We literally had to take mincing little steps to get across.

The hot tub in the spa was full, and the employees on duty said that it was usually full, except sometimes when in port. Again, so much for people online insisting that it is usually empty.

We went back downstairs, this time to the Chippendale library to see if John Heald's blog was printed out through today. (The libraries all seem to keep printouts of his blog in big binders.) We wanted to know if he'd replied to our table request comment, or were we really just lucky?

Alas, Spirit only had entries through September 2009. (Yikes, guys.) Every comment was printed, though. As useful as the comments can be, I think they'd be better off just printing the entries, as John seems to handle comments worth noting in later posts. I also think that if this blog doesn't have a print version, it should. The navigation on the sides is cluttering and without purpose when you're looking at a vertical hand span's worth of hard copy.

We wandered into the Jungle Room, one of those supposed "private treasures" on board. Although on this night there were Camp Carnival refugees running up and down the area (and that's fine, since the decor seems to indicate that this should be a kids' zone - I'm a little tongue in cheek as I speak here), I can see where it would be a nice place to sit with friends and quietly talk.

But all of you people who claim to bring your buffet trays to the Jungle Room - where do you put everything? Anything? A shared plate of cookies, maybe, but those little tables don't hold much more. Hm.

Back in the room, we had a bunny.

Carnival Spirit - Towel Animal - Bunny


Outside, it was warm. (And all those people cheered at the Past Guest party when they were told it would be 90 degrees tomorrow. Sigh.) At some point I looked outside and - whoa! Again?

Something of the Seas - In Passing

This is either Mariner of the Seas or Radiance of the Seas, from Royal Caribbean, I can't tell which. I wonder how many cruise ships passed us on the other side of the ship? Are they as excited to see us as we are to see them?

(Next Post in This Cruise Report: Acapulco.)

16 May 2010 |






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