Back at sea

We’re back on the high seas for five more days, Friday, May 5 - 9.  The mad dash to Los Angeles is happening, and our cruise is winding down.  The new guy, Captain Kent, is doing well.  We heard and judged him by his noon announcement on our ship’s progress.

On Cinco de Mayo we thought maybe there’d be some Mexican food.  It’s interesting that on the ships we don’t have foods that go with the date … Mexican food.  There was none to be found.  In fact, tonight's dinner had a lot of German food.  Maybe they don't celebrate those things.

There have been three time changes in four days.  That takes some getting used to as we move toward California time.  Do they call it ship lag?  It’s definitely messing with us.

There’s been the usual schedule of things to do, but we had our big hula and ukulele show.  It was fun, but it was sad to think I won’t see some of these women again as we’d been working together for days to learn our numbers. 

The group ... and what a group it was ... talent, determination and an aim to put on a great show.

 

Some of my ladies, and Vangie.

More new friends.

And I love our Hawaiian Ambassadors, Tui and Maile.  They are what you think of when you think Polynesia … lovely people with a lovely way about them and hearts as big as the ocean.  I would so miss them, too, as we’ve all become family.

Maile, me and Tui.  Love these folks.

We went and watched our friend Vangie who was part of the Pop Choir.  There were about 120 people in it with a lot of men, so it was great.  They did several songs, and the sound was wonderful.

And I went to the At Sea Fashion Show, which is passengers modeling clothing and jewelry.  Yep, there’s lots to do … but we’re getting down to merely hours now.  Wah. 

Then it was Tuesday, May 9, and we had to get all packed up and put our suitcases outside the cabin door for them to come and take away.  One last show we went to was the Voice of the Ocean finals.  There were seven contestants vying, and it was fun and a great way to end the cruise as tomorrow is it.  We’re done and gone.

We offloaded from the ship on Wednesday, May 10, and got to the airport.  Stef flew to San Francisco and I headed to Phoenix.  We would soon be on to our next adventure … motorcycle riding.