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days_unfoldingI had a nice couple of slices of pizza and some cheesecake. My stomach seems more settled now. Moving ship + empty stomach is not a good combo.
I’d like a room service breakfast, but they didn’t include the order form in here. Apparently there is a menu available on the TV. I’ll see after I get up. The buffet doesn’t serve breakfast apparently.
Apparently I did book a massage not tomorrow but the day after. Cool because I don’t want to spend the money now, but it’s already paid for.
I had problems falling asleep for two hours. Annoyingly, I woke up at 5:00 California time. (Our clocks moved an hour ahead.) It's going to be a lazy day.
The shower was hot-cold-hot-cold all the way through. Well, not ice cold, but still. I managed to get soap in my eyes. My electric razor uncharged itself (was it buzzing away in my luggage?), so I'm glad that I found a pair of long pants to wear.
They were serving breakfast after all. The list of hours for the buffet was wrong. I had French toast.
I’m stalling to give Housekeeping time to make up my room. I read some of my Tim Curry book. I really want to lie down though. I got 3 hours of sleep! Napped and got up for lunch. This is the slug portion of my journey.
Had fish-and-chips for lunch, and a great raspberry soft-serve cone for dessert.
I get antsy when I can't access LJ and DW. The WiFi on my phone is spotty, but it works fine on my laptop. All, apparently, is all right with the world.
It's warming up. Some of the sun worshippers are out in swimsuits. The hot tub was full, but I don't think that anyone has braved the pool yet. I felt comfortable in short sleeves.
Today and tomorrow are "at sea" days. We'll get to Puerto Vallarta on Tuesday (I think?)
I'm fighting a sense of foreboding, but I don't know what I think is going to happen.
Slept again. I’m a party animal.
There’s a different vibe on this ship from the Panama Canal cruise. That ship attracted engineers and dreamers, and it was a quiet ship. This trip, there’s a “I’m going to Mexico and drinking margaritas” vibe. Oh well. I go my own way.
I’m wondering what New Year’s Eve will be like on the ship. I might raise a flute of champagne then. But what are we doing New Year’s Day? Ugh. I need to meet my shore excursion at Cabo San Lucas at 7:30 AM!
The guys working on the ship have a California windbreaker with shorts style.
I’m soaking underwear and socks in the sink. (They have a built-in clothesline in the shower for people who do that.) And I filled a “laundry by the bag” with my clothes for when we get back to San Diego. I need two days of clothes because my flight gets into Chicago around 10 PM, and I’m overnighting before I catch the bus to Champaign.
Had salmon for dinner and cheesecake for dessert. Watched the Downton Abbey movie. Eh, it was okay but not great. I'm glad that I didn't see it in a theater.
I’m yawning at 9:30 PM. I’m a party animal. I think that I will have a snack though.
Towel animal on my bed courtesy of Housekeeping:
I’d like a room service breakfast, but they didn’t include the order form in here. Apparently there is a menu available on the TV. I’ll see after I get up. The buffet doesn’t serve breakfast apparently.
Apparently I did book a massage not tomorrow but the day after. Cool because I don’t want to spend the money now, but it’s already paid for.
I had problems falling asleep for two hours. Annoyingly, I woke up at 5:00 California time. (Our clocks moved an hour ahead.) It's going to be a lazy day.
The shower was hot-cold-hot-cold all the way through. Well, not ice cold, but still. I managed to get soap in my eyes. My electric razor uncharged itself (was it buzzing away in my luggage?), so I'm glad that I found a pair of long pants to wear.
They were serving breakfast after all. The list of hours for the buffet was wrong. I had French toast.
I’m stalling to give Housekeeping time to make up my room. I read some of my Tim Curry book. I really want to lie down though. I got 3 hours of sleep! Napped and got up for lunch. This is the slug portion of my journey.
Had fish-and-chips for lunch, and a great raspberry soft-serve cone for dessert.
I get antsy when I can't access LJ and DW. The WiFi on my phone is spotty, but it works fine on my laptop. All, apparently, is all right with the world.
It's warming up. Some of the sun worshippers are out in swimsuits. The hot tub was full, but I don't think that anyone has braved the pool yet. I felt comfortable in short sleeves.
Today and tomorrow are "at sea" days. We'll get to Puerto Vallarta on Tuesday (I think?)
I'm fighting a sense of foreboding, but I don't know what I think is going to happen.
Slept again. I’m a party animal.
There’s a different vibe on this ship from the Panama Canal cruise. That ship attracted engineers and dreamers, and it was a quiet ship. This trip, there’s a “I’m going to Mexico and drinking margaritas” vibe. Oh well. I go my own way.
I’m wondering what New Year’s Eve will be like on the ship. I might raise a flute of champagne then. But what are we doing New Year’s Day? Ugh. I need to meet my shore excursion at Cabo San Lucas at 7:30 AM!
The guys working on the ship have a California windbreaker with shorts style.
I’m soaking underwear and socks in the sink. (They have a built-in clothesline in the shower for people who do that.) And I filled a “laundry by the bag” with my clothes for when we get back to San Diego. I need two days of clothes because my flight gets into Chicago around 10 PM, and I’m overnighting before I catch the bus to Champaign.
Had salmon for dinner and cheesecake for dessert. Watched the Downton Abbey movie. Eh, it was okay but not great. I'm glad that I didn't see it in a theater.
I’m yawning at 9:30 PM. I’m a party animal. I think that I will have a snack though.
Towel animal on my bed courtesy of Housekeeping:
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Date: 2025-12-29 03:12 pm (UTC)