Hello from the Atlantic, where the air is fresh, the sky is limitless,and the internet sucks. No pictures for the week will be the result. So. Onboarding this round went smoother than our last try in New York. This time we labeled Mom as disabled and it got us a wheelchair and a trip to the front of the line. Despite this, it was still a challenge. Cunard makes everything extra hard. One more line. One more piece of paper, one more surprise to-do. But we made it. And it feels just fine being back on the boat (ship - sorry Mom).
When we set up our cruise preferences about a year ago, Mom and I chose dining at a table for six. It can be fun to meet other folks and trade stories. On the way over to the UK, we had a gay couple, currently living in London but also from Minneapolis! And they were also building a home in Mom’s neck of the woods. Also, there was a nice couple from Boston. The gentleman was in his 90s and had worked in the lithium industry, As a result I know 100 times more about lithium than I did before our voyage. We were excited to find out who would be joining us for dinner coming home and shortly after we sat down, we had our answer. Two couples from Salt Lake City, traveling together, joined us. We quickly discovered that they were Morman. One has 11 children and the other 7. That’s a lot of kids. We had pleasant conversation, but there was a tension. We will live on the surface of polite company for the week and not venture anywhere close to our real selves. Except I plan to wear a tuxedo to the black and white ball tomorrow. I wonder what they’ll think of that? Maybe they are allies. Who knows.
We were tired from our day of moving and reacclimating to the ship, so dinner and a quick trip for decaf coffee was all we managed. I feel strangely at home, back in our twin beds, looking out at the sea. It’s gonna be a struggle to tly on the next trip. Travel by sea is so much more enjoyable.
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