We thought the in-room dining would be the highlight of our stay in a cat 3 - WRONG! After our first night dinner we were hooked on dining in the restaurants. We still thought we might do breakfast a few times but wrong again - we only ordered in for one breakfast. And I must say, those long white table cloths are dangerous for simple folk. We tended to get our knees tangled a bit but we managed to not bring it crashing to the floor.
I found myself wondering why one would need 4 phones in such a small area. The only one we used was the one in the living area. There was a phone on each side of the bed and one that really made me laugh - on the wall next to the commode at shoulder level. I mention this only because between the two of us we managed to send that phone crashing to the floor 7 times. It was evidently a very well made phone because it was still working when we left.
Robes and slippers - I was the only one that wore either of those items. I loved the slippers and asked Connie if I could keep them and she said "yes". As for the robe, I was somewhat astonished that DCL thought it was worth $72. I wore it for sitting on the balcony at 2 or 3 AM but was not at all tempted to buy one.
Speaking of sitting on the balcony - I was enjoying a sunrise one morning when I heard an odd noise and suddenly there appeared in front of me a device on a rail that must have been used for a person to stand in and work on something or other. It stopped directly in front me and we stared at each other for a few seconds. There was no one in it but I still felt like the device was staring at me. It moved on and I sat there contemplating what I had just seen. We loved our double wide balcony. We could see part of the bridge from our balcony and Aprille got some pictures of activity when we docked or sailed away.
We had a condensation drip from the vent in the dressing area so I casually reported it. After an immediate visit from the repair person, follow up visits from Connie and Jude (a supervisor on deck 8) and 3 phone calls from Maintenance to see if the problem had been fixed I was wishing I had kept my mouth shut. The next day Glenn reported a drop of water had fallen on him as he passed under the vent. I grabbed his arm, got in his face, and said "Do..Not..Tell..Anyone..not..even..Ivan." It wasn't a problem for us but I was concerned about the carpet.
And then there was those afternoon snacks. We wasted so much food I was embarrassed. It brought back memories of my mother and growing up in Oklahoma 75 years ago during the depression. We were lucky. Dad always had a job and we had plenty of food - a lot of it from Grandpa's farm. My mother would admonish us if we didn't eat everything on our plate with these words "Just think of all the starving kids in China". Talk about a guilt trip. And good for my mom. She would give out plates of food to transients that came to the back door. It was quite safe to do this back then.
The "conasurge" service was great. I'm so glad we splurged because it is almost certain this was our last cruise.
I found myself wondering why one would need 4 phones in such a small area. The only one we used was the one in the living area. There was a phone on each side of the bed and one that really made me laugh - on the wall next to the commode at shoulder level. I mention this only because between the two of us we managed to send that phone crashing to the floor 7 times. It was evidently a very well made phone because it was still working when we left.
Robes and slippers - I was the only one that wore either of those items. I loved the slippers and asked Connie if I could keep them and she said "yes". As for the robe, I was somewhat astonished that DCL thought it was worth $72. I wore it for sitting on the balcony at 2 or 3 AM but was not at all tempted to buy one.
Speaking of sitting on the balcony - I was enjoying a sunrise one morning when I heard an odd noise and suddenly there appeared in front of me a device on a rail that must have been used for a person to stand in and work on something or other. It stopped directly in front me and we stared at each other for a few seconds. There was no one in it but I still felt like the device was staring at me. It moved on and I sat there contemplating what I had just seen. We loved our double wide balcony. We could see part of the bridge from our balcony and Aprille got some pictures of activity when we docked or sailed away.
We had a condensation drip from the vent in the dressing area so I casually reported it. After an immediate visit from the repair person, follow up visits from Connie and Jude (a supervisor on deck 8) and 3 phone calls from Maintenance to see if the problem had been fixed I was wishing I had kept my mouth shut. The next day Glenn reported a drop of water had fallen on him as he passed under the vent. I grabbed his arm, got in his face, and said "Do..Not..Tell..Anyone..not..even..Ivan." It wasn't a problem for us but I was concerned about the carpet.
And then there was those afternoon snacks. We wasted so much food I was embarrassed. It brought back memories of my mother and growing up in Oklahoma 75 years ago during the depression. We were lucky. Dad always had a job and we had plenty of food - a lot of it from Grandpa's farm. My mother would admonish us if we didn't eat everything on our plate with these words "Just think of all the starving kids in China". Talk about a guilt trip. And good for my mom. She would give out plates of food to transients that came to the back door. It was quite safe to do this back then.
The "conasurge" service was great. I'm so glad we splurged because it is almost certain this was our last cruise.
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I just prefer to take the stairs when I'm by myself. Which reminds me of another story... if you don't mind.
We were putting my parents on an elevator that was quite full so D.H. and I opted to take the stairs. I told them to get off at the next floor. My exact words were "go down one floor, we will meet you." We turned around and jaunted down one flight of stairs and waited for the elevator. We waited and waited. It finally shows up and they aren't there. I'm confused, looking at my spouse and asking "where could they have gone? What part of one floor down did they not understand?" So we are standing there, contemplating on what to do, The elevator three doors down opens up and there they are... sans wheelchair! I asked them what happened and where was the chair and my Dads explanation was "We went down to the FIRST floor, didn't know where we were, saw a bunch of wheelchairs and decided we didn't need ours so we parked it there and got back on the next elevator." My D.H. had to run down to the first floor, find the rented wheelchair and bring it back up... on his back because he got tired of waiting for an elevator, thinking it would be faster to just carry it up four flights of stairs! This is one of the many reasons I will NOT be taking my Dad on another cruise! He is a fun guy and has a great sense of humor, but he (and Mom) kept us hopping.
