TRAVEL THERE: OUR BIG DAY AT SEA
Usually, when I think of cruising, I think of leisurely days spiced up with exotic activities. That’s not at all what this cruise looked like. We’d been at a dead run since before we left and even though we’d only made it to one of our ports of call, before this day at sea, the 10.5 hour shore excursion had taken a toll on us.
Mr. Bill Sleeps In
Though he’d been a good sport so far, I realized I had used up a lot of my vacation-stress banking account with my husband. He needed down time and alone time – or at least alone with me time.
I am an early riser, regardless of when I go to bed or need to wake up. Mr. Bill is not. On a routine day at sea, I go to the gym, stroll around the decks and perhaps check out the buffet, before I come back to see what Mr. Bill is up to. Since this was not a routine day at sea, I opted to catch up my journal and do a little reading. Only it turned into a lot of reading and as Bill continued to sleep soundly, I began to get nervous about the how the rest of the day would turn out.
A Nervous Bride
As I lounged around the room I began to enumerate the many things that could go wrong.
- The meeting with the event coordinator had not gone well and I already doubted she understood all the details I wanted.
- I turned over the beautifully hand-lettered pages with the vows, scriptures and lyrics for the ceremony to her. What if she misplaced them or forgot them.
- They had come, as promised, to take my gown to be pressed, but as of yet, it had not returned to our cabin.
- I had a list of all the appointments we girls had in the salon, so I felt confident they would happen, but what if the stranger messed up my hair that I had left long just for this event.
- What if the make-up artists made us look like clowns.
Thankfully, Bill woke up before I was able to get too crazy, but with him awake, now I had to hide just how worried I had become. He decided he wanted to lounge around some more before going to the buffet for a meal. I was desperate to escape the cabin, but cooled my heels and pretended all was well.
Not Loving the Endless Veranda
On any other cruise, much of this angst would have been resolved by going out on the balcony. I would slide open the door and be in my own little space. My Celebrity Concierge Class Cabin came with what they called an Endless Veranda, which is supposed to be a wonderful innovation, but in truth is really no veranda at all.
To give them their due, it does make the living quarters a little larger, but if you really enjoy your balcony, as I do, then it’s not going to cut the mustard. The Endless Veranda is a large floor-to-ceiling window at the end of your room. The top half can be raised with the push of a button. However, when you push that button, the window takes a while to raise and all the while, it is making a noise to match its effort. Definitely not a good thing to have happen while your husband is sleeping, just a few steps away, on the day of your much anticipated and very expensive vow renewal.
With a sliding glass door, I am quietly in and out before hubby even has an opportunity to be disturbed. In lieu of my sliding glass door, they did have a sort of room separator you could use, but that raised yet another problem. The furniture they installed next to the floor-to-ceiling window was so large, there is no way to close the separator without doing a whole lot of furniture moving. I have been told by their local rep that they got new furniture which negates this problem, but it was a big problem on this particular day.
We did, eventually head to the buffet, but I will tell you about that next week.

Back on Board
TRAVEL THERE: FINALLY POMPEII
I wish there was a way to share just how good Paolo was. He made the place come alive. He explained what a building was used for. If it was a home, he described the sort of person who would live there, what his schedule for the day would be, what he would wear, what he would eat, who lived in his home with him, how to know whether he was important or not, who came to visit at what time and where the owner would go when he left his home. He talked about the kind of food served in cafes and the bread baked in the bakery ovens. He pointed out architectural advances and items we use in our buildings today.
TRAVEL THERE: PIZZA IN THE PIAZZA
It wasn’t a jet foil we took to Sorrento. It was much larger and all the seating was downstairs. It was pretty much superior in every way you can imagine. The hordes of Asian tourists we’d had with us on the way to Capri were nowhere in sight and no one, including Bill, was sea sick. He didn’t take any chances, though. He closed his eyes as soon as he boarded, so he was the first of us to fall asleep.
We were whisked from the van to a shopping opportunity, disguised as a craft demonstration, only everyone saw through the ruse. It was a woodworking shop where they did elaborate wood mosaics. We stood politely through the demonstration and appreciated the lovely merchandise, but no one in our group had come prepared to purchase a convert-able gaming table or a huge grandfather clock. The establishment did offer restroom facilities, but our group took care of that on the ferry.
The Value of Proximity

We were enjoying chatting among ourselves and had not really noticed that all that American space between us had been eaten up and we were being edged out of our place. This is where our guide began to show his superiority over other guides. Without him, we might have spent the whole day waiting to go up the hill. He started shouting and actually shoving to protect our place in line. He walked up and down monitoring the position of his charges and threatening the entire crowd were they to infringe upon our place in the line.
As we entered the area for boarding the ferry, Bill revealed he didn’t have his Dramamine. He said he didn’t realize we were going on a boat ride. Hadn’t we sat there in Montreal’s airport bar and discussed just that thing. Hadn’t he been the one who listed off all the forms of transportation we’d be taking for the tour? Not much we could do at this juncture.



