This morning I want to kind of capture the events of yesterday. Not because they were anything mind-blowing or extaordinary, as compared to other days at sea on this beautiful ship, but simply to help me remember how wonderful even just one day can be. It would be cool if you all could see the other gazillion activity options that we didn’t choose...maybe I’ll snap a pic of the activities schedule and include it. Anyway, Mike woke up early as usual and was finished with his workout by 6:30 or so, after which he stopped by the cafe and picked up some coffee. I woke up around 0700 and called Pavel, our butler, to let him know that I was ready for my breakfast tea with hot milk. So the morning began, as usual. Then we went to breakfast upstairs, which we enjoy even while avoiding the decadent stuff. Mostly fruit for me and an egg-white omelette for Mike. At 10:00 we attended the advanced beginner bridge class and sat with the same lovely ladies that we serendipitously met the first day...Joyce and Gail. \240Yesterday we were studying responding to minor bids and communicating with attitude. Then we stayed for the intermediate class, where we learned about defensive leads in the middle of the hand... called BOSTON. After bridge we ran upstairs and watched the traditional fish-kissing ceremony at the crossing of the equator. (Look up pollywogs and shellbacks.) Soon we were in shorts and tees and played paddle tennis, both singles and doubles, for over two hours. Then we were hungry again and grabbed a light lunch and sauvingon blanc, followed by showers and naps! We chose the main dining room for dinner, which was absolutely perfect, and then we went to the show, where were mesmerized by an indescribably talented violinist and entertained by a hilarious comedian. We resisted the urge to play blackjack or some version of poker and headed back for much deserved sleep.
I promise not to give you these kinds of details very often, but felt that it might help answer the question that we often get from folks...’how do you not get bored?’ One would simply have to try to be bored, I think.
Tomorrow we arrive into our very first port called, Nuku Hiva, in French Polynesia, and tomorrow night we need to adjust our clocks by 30 minutes. Whaaaat? You can’t make this stuff up.
I am all too aware of how slow these posts are to update. I wish I could fix it, but everyone on the ship is sharing the satellite WiFi, and turtle speed would be welcome right now. I think we’re at glacier speed. Hopefully eventually you’ll get this.