Already people and days are blurring. Yesterday Robin went to an acupuncture workshop, and we both went to a session on coral reefs.
At lunch we joined a couple from Ontario who were not particularly pleased to have their table invaded but ended up enjoy the conversation in spite of their initial reluctance.
Dinner was a formal affair. Our table mates were a couple from California, another from British Columbia, and a woman from Montana. The chemistry was right. Conversation flowed like water – or maybe like bubbly since it was more effervescent than still.
Between the two meals I took another seven turns around the deck. With all the food available, we could easily roll off the ship like butterballs by the time we dock in New Zealand.
The Volendam entertainers put on a show worth of a Las Vegas revue, or so I’m told, never having seen one. Nine beautiful young people danced, sang, and lipsynched through a tribute to Oscar-winning songs. Every number entailed a new costume, a new dance, a new configuration of performers.
Today we’ve had breakfast with a couple from Scotland and two elderly women from Vancouver and lunch with a couple from Montreal. At every meal travel experiences and tips launch the conversation.
So, on day three of this non-cruiser’s first cruise, I’m already thinking I’ll be sorry to come to the last day. There’s a rhythm to the days: rise, read, relax, eat, walk, talk, write. Or dance, listen to music, play table tennis, do puzzles, compete at trivia, swim, attend lectures, be entertained. Did I mention eat?
Laps walked yesterday, 14; today, 15. One mile = 3.5 laps.
P.S. We’re in Long Beach as I type, sitting in an Internet cafe at 5th & Pine. All around us other cruise ship passengers are catching up with their e-mail. It’s Thursday, the 25th. The day is hot, the air humid. Our first port day. Grand!