LindaBabe
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As promised, St. Thomas. But first a word or two about an unplanned activity. It wasn't hard to get up for immigration on St. Thomas morning, because I had barely slept - not breathing will do that for you! So, I ventured down to the clinic, even before Crew Call was over.
Based on the article on Cruise ship medical facilities in the January 2007 good housekeeping, Disney's ships clinics are one more reason to be glad you're sailing Disney and not, say, Carnival or Royal Caribbean. That was certainly my personal experience.
In fact, I'm going to blow up the journaling here so you can get the full comparison between the old internet joke, and my reality:
In short - ONE HOUR after visiting the clinic, I was ready to go ashore in St. Thomas. I might better have taken the hint and stayed on the ship.
My vision for St. Thomas had been similar to Cozumel, two years before. A modicrum of shopping for native crafts, a brief and beautiful sightseen tour, and several hours on a beautiful beach with beachboys bearing ice cream and foofoo drinks. The reality was somewhat different.
Too many jewelry shops - too many teeshirt shops -too many people saying buy here -overpriced lunch where the unposted special cost twice the price of anything on the menu - (I should have gone back to the ship then - but the tour company already had our beach bags AND our money) .
Too long "sightseeing" in a too crowded "bus" with an incomprehensible spiel (no we weren't on Sonny's bus in the beginning) left too short a time before sail away for us to dare to stay on the beach.
And the ride home from the beach where I YEARNED to be lying was a painful experience of praying for it to be over before my ears or my stomach gave out "Every DAAAAAAAAAAAy of the WEEEEEEEK" . Sonny, you're a cutie pie, but NEVER again babe, never again.
THAT night was the choppiest I ever saw. I sat on our veranda and watched the waves meet the wash from the boat and send fountains of foam to the 4th deck and higher.
It was REALLY REALLY nice to pull into the lee of the dock at Castaway Cay.
FINALLY I had my perfect day on the beach - thanks to the WONDERFUL woman (who's name momentarily escapes me but her photo is prominent on the friendship page!) who ran ahead and saved me a hammock. I lounged. I paddled out on a float and was towed home by my sweetie. I had lovely lovely lunch and ohhhhh YUM a KONK KOOler. What a blissful day!
Unfortunately, a blissful day means "it's OVER" on the Disney cruise line. And so it is with this trip report. The next day, we had one last hug with some, and went our seperate ways. That's the hardest thing - but "you'll be in my heart" because on this trip YOU were everything.
The end.
(THis trip report begins on page 24, continues on page 25 and ends on page 26 of this thread.)
Based on the article on Cruise ship medical facilities in the January 2007 good housekeeping, Disney's ships clinics are one more reason to be glad you're sailing Disney and not, say, Carnival or Royal Caribbean. That was certainly my personal experience.

In fact, I'm going to blow up the journaling here so you can get the full comparison between the old internet joke, and my reality:

In short - ONE HOUR after visiting the clinic, I was ready to go ashore in St. Thomas. I might better have taken the hint and stayed on the ship.
My vision for St. Thomas had been similar to Cozumel, two years before. A modicrum of shopping for native crafts, a brief and beautiful sightseen tour, and several hours on a beautiful beach with beachboys bearing ice cream and foofoo drinks. The reality was somewhat different.
Too many jewelry shops - too many teeshirt shops -too many people saying buy here -overpriced lunch where the unposted special cost twice the price of anything on the menu - (I should have gone back to the ship then - but the tour company already had our beach bags AND our money) .
Too long "sightseeing" in a too crowded "bus" with an incomprehensible spiel (no we weren't on Sonny's bus in the beginning) left too short a time before sail away for us to dare to stay on the beach.

And the ride home from the beach where I YEARNED to be lying was a painful experience of praying for it to be over before my ears or my stomach gave out "Every DAAAAAAAAAAAy of the WEEEEEEEK" . Sonny, you're a cutie pie, but NEVER again babe, never again.
THAT night was the choppiest I ever saw. I sat on our veranda and watched the waves meet the wash from the boat and send fountains of foam to the 4th deck and higher.
It was REALLY REALLY nice to pull into the lee of the dock at Castaway Cay.
FINALLY I had my perfect day on the beach - thanks to the WONDERFUL woman (who's name momentarily escapes me but her photo is prominent on the friendship page!) who ran ahead and saved me a hammock. I lounged. I paddled out on a float and was towed home by my sweetie. I had lovely lovely lunch and ohhhhh YUM a KONK KOOler. What a blissful day!

Unfortunately, a blissful day means "it's OVER" on the Disney cruise line. And so it is with this trip report. The next day, we had one last hug with some, and went our seperate ways. That's the hardest thing - but "you'll be in my heart" because on this trip YOU were everything.
The end.
(THis trip report begins on page 24, continues on page 25 and ends on page 26 of this thread.)