Last summer, I was on the Dream with my entire family, and my parents were very generously paying for the entire trip. As a result, I was very reluctant to spend money on the ship for anything that I didn't consider essential, which meant that I was trying to make do with the Nescafe "coffee" each morning. Over breakfast one day, my dad asked me if I knew about the Cove Cafe, and I told him that I didn't want him to have to pay for it. He told me that every since we had come on board, I had been irritable and cranky every morning, and he was convinced it was because I wasn't getting decent coffee. He told me, "It'll well be worth $5 per day if it means you won't be such a jerk before noon."
Message received, and one latte later, I was my usual smiling self again.


