skylynx
DIS Sponsor in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado
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Sailaway- It is a very good thing the speed limit on the Bee/Beachline headed towards Port Canaveral from Orlando is 70 mph, because it would be cruel to try and slow down when we know we are headed towards the port! The build of excitement surges when we see the signs for cruise terminals, then get the first glimpse of the sea, and then
the glorious red stacks of the Magic! We really, really are about to go on this cruise!
We have a nice Dis meet in the terminal. My DH and pdarrahs DH managed to lose each other at the gas station refilling our respective rental cars, but the DWs had cleverly secured passes for boarding group 3, so we were able to reunite and get on the ship quickly. After our ceremonial first lunch at Topsiders, we happily strolled around, reacquainting ourselves with all our favorite spots. Half our luggage came right away, so we unpacked and shoved the bags under the bed. Wow, the room still looks uncluttered! Checked out the bathrooms we like the new shampoo and body butter more about that later ;-)
As usual, we appear to be the only people at the lifeboat drill who find the vision of us all crammed together wearing huge orange vests hilarious. We take pictures. Afterwards we bolt up to deck 10 to snag a table and two cocktails. The energy and excitement is electrifying. I am glad the screechy woman who used to MC the sailaway is not there anymore. When the 80s music comes on I find myself jumping around to Van Halen. Look at that hyper-looking woman on the Dumbotron reliving her college years. Wait, thats me! The countdown and ships horn are beautifully timed, so no one seemed to care too much we hadnt actually sailed away, but are actually still sitting in the port. When we do slide off twenty minutes later, we hang over the railing giddy that the whole wonderful adventure still lies in front of us.
We meet our wait staff-Sompong from Thailand and Wandersohn from Brazil. Soms last name has 16 letters in it, none of which seem natural next to each other. They are our best wait staff ever, very competent yet playful. Som calls us all by our names from the first night onward, and Wandersohn smiles all the time. We later find out he is leaving for vacation at the end of the cruise. Maybe that is why he is so happy. There is a family from Portugal sitting at our table. They speak nearly no English. We nod and grin at them a lot. Someone recalls how to say good evening in Portuguese, and we try to say it to them every time we see them at dinner. We hope they give us some points for trying.
We enjoy the first night sitting on our verandah, listening to the shhh shhh shhh of the water rushing against the ships hull beneath us.
Key West: The volume on our phone is too loud, so when it wakes us in the morning, we hear Mickey is shouting about something. Room service brings our tray. We lounge on the verandah in our puffy white bathrobes like Doris Day and Cary Grant in a black and white movie. We have ordered a small breakfast as our warm up for brunch at Palo. Brunch is fantastic. We share our table with pdarrah and her DH, Dan. They convinced us to try brunch, and we are so glad they did! After making complete swine of ourselves, its time to walk it off on Key West. It was our intent to conduct our own personal Corona and Lime walking tour shore excursion, when we find Coronas are $5.50 a piece at Sloppy Joes and other similarly disreputable bars, we decide to go to the new pirate museum and buy some sponges instead. We thought Pirate Soul was a bit overpriced for what was actually in it, but something fun to do, once, when you are on holiday, in lieu of $5.50 bottles of beer. At the natural sponge shop, we watch a video on how the owner catches the sponges. This is curious to us, because it isnt as if the sponges even try to run away. After encounters on our last western cruise with bossy and rude street performers on Mallory Square, we elect to reboard and watch the sunset from deck. Alas, the sunset is a dud.
Ah a day at sea. We both love at sea days where we dont have to make the slightest attempt to do anything. I resist the impulse to schedule ourselves for activities that leave us with no unbroken blocks of time to just have nothing to do, no clocks to watch. This is our deck potato day. I find my mp3 player, stretch out on a sun lounger next to my DH who doesnt mind at all I occasionally forget Im using headphones and start singing aloud along with the BeeGees. It is so windy on deck 10 we see chairs, clothes, lettuce leaves, and small children blow by. It also helps drown out my singing.
At lunch in Parrot Cay, we see a waiter we shared with pdarrah on our first cruise together two years ago and talk with him. He tells us he is saving money to buy a bed and breakfast in Romania shaped like a lighthouse. In fact, he says he actually had a deal on the table to buy an existing one by the seashore, but someone else offered more money so the deal fell through. Instead, he tells us, he has bought some land at a bargain price in the mountains and is going to build his lighthouse there. Because we are on vacation, this makes perfect sense.
We find an invitation in our room to attend a private cocktail party. We do not know why. A voicemail reminds us to attend, so we go. Turns out our stateroom number was erroneously added to a very short list of premier agents from a travel agency. Oops. The DCL guest services person in charge is mortified we have been inconvenienced by this mistake, and begs us to take some colorful cocktails along when we go. Minutes later, we lounge on the wooden chairs on deck 4 with lovely rum punches. A handwritten note of apology appears in our stateroom later. At night, we sit on the verandah with a bottle of wine and butter each other with the H20 stuff from the bathroom. Life is good.
We have a nice Dis meet in the terminal. My DH and pdarrahs DH managed to lose each other at the gas station refilling our respective rental cars, but the DWs had cleverly secured passes for boarding group 3, so we were able to reunite and get on the ship quickly. After our ceremonial first lunch at Topsiders, we happily strolled around, reacquainting ourselves with all our favorite spots. Half our luggage came right away, so we unpacked and shoved the bags under the bed. Wow, the room still looks uncluttered! Checked out the bathrooms we like the new shampoo and body butter more about that later ;-)
As usual, we appear to be the only people at the lifeboat drill who find the vision of us all crammed together wearing huge orange vests hilarious. We take pictures. Afterwards we bolt up to deck 10 to snag a table and two cocktails. The energy and excitement is electrifying. I am glad the screechy woman who used to MC the sailaway is not there anymore. When the 80s music comes on I find myself jumping around to Van Halen. Look at that hyper-looking woman on the Dumbotron reliving her college years. Wait, thats me! The countdown and ships horn are beautifully timed, so no one seemed to care too much we hadnt actually sailed away, but are actually still sitting in the port. When we do slide off twenty minutes later, we hang over the railing giddy that the whole wonderful adventure still lies in front of us.
We meet our wait staff-Sompong from Thailand and Wandersohn from Brazil. Soms last name has 16 letters in it, none of which seem natural next to each other. They are our best wait staff ever, very competent yet playful. Som calls us all by our names from the first night onward, and Wandersohn smiles all the time. We later find out he is leaving for vacation at the end of the cruise. Maybe that is why he is so happy. There is a family from Portugal sitting at our table. They speak nearly no English. We nod and grin at them a lot. Someone recalls how to say good evening in Portuguese, and we try to say it to them every time we see them at dinner. We hope they give us some points for trying.
We enjoy the first night sitting on our verandah, listening to the shhh shhh shhh of the water rushing against the ships hull beneath us.
Key West: The volume on our phone is too loud, so when it wakes us in the morning, we hear Mickey is shouting about something. Room service brings our tray. We lounge on the verandah in our puffy white bathrobes like Doris Day and Cary Grant in a black and white movie. We have ordered a small breakfast as our warm up for brunch at Palo. Brunch is fantastic. We share our table with pdarrah and her DH, Dan. They convinced us to try brunch, and we are so glad they did! After making complete swine of ourselves, its time to walk it off on Key West. It was our intent to conduct our own personal Corona and Lime walking tour shore excursion, when we find Coronas are $5.50 a piece at Sloppy Joes and other similarly disreputable bars, we decide to go to the new pirate museum and buy some sponges instead. We thought Pirate Soul was a bit overpriced for what was actually in it, but something fun to do, once, when you are on holiday, in lieu of $5.50 bottles of beer. At the natural sponge shop, we watch a video on how the owner catches the sponges. This is curious to us, because it isnt as if the sponges even try to run away. After encounters on our last western cruise with bossy and rude street performers on Mallory Square, we elect to reboard and watch the sunset from deck. Alas, the sunset is a dud.
Ah a day at sea. We both love at sea days where we dont have to make the slightest attempt to do anything. I resist the impulse to schedule ourselves for activities that leave us with no unbroken blocks of time to just have nothing to do, no clocks to watch. This is our deck potato day. I find my mp3 player, stretch out on a sun lounger next to my DH who doesnt mind at all I occasionally forget Im using headphones and start singing aloud along with the BeeGees. It is so windy on deck 10 we see chairs, clothes, lettuce leaves, and small children blow by. It also helps drown out my singing.
At lunch in Parrot Cay, we see a waiter we shared with pdarrah on our first cruise together two years ago and talk with him. He tells us he is saving money to buy a bed and breakfast in Romania shaped like a lighthouse. In fact, he says he actually had a deal on the table to buy an existing one by the seashore, but someone else offered more money so the deal fell through. Instead, he tells us, he has bought some land at a bargain price in the mountains and is going to build his lighthouse there. Because we are on vacation, this makes perfect sense.
We find an invitation in our room to attend a private cocktail party. We do not know why. A voicemail reminds us to attend, so we go. Turns out our stateroom number was erroneously added to a very short list of premier agents from a travel agency. Oops. The DCL guest services person in charge is mortified we have been inconvenienced by this mistake, and begs us to take some colorful cocktails along when we go. Minutes later, we lounge on the wooden chairs on deck 4 with lovely rum punches. A handwritten note of apology appears in our stateroom later. At night, we sit on the verandah with a bottle of wine and butter each other with the H20 stuff from the bathroom. Life is good.