We experience the roughest seas of the voyage our first day out of St. Thomas. The decks are much less busy and one of the staff members mentions that many of the passengers are down below suffering from sea sickness. I find that whenever I read or try to write on my iPad I get queasy. So, I sit back and watch the sea from the back of the boat and observe my fellow passengers. The ship band sets up in our area to play music for the Oktoberfest- themed lunch. The beat of the oompa-music actually makes me feel better. 😌
Luckily the waves calm down during the night. On our last evening at sea se enjoy dinner in the Garden Room and show then spend some time at our favorite lounge saying good-by to friends we have made aboard. At one point Anne and a group seven ladies are performing a line dance to Proud Mary at the encouragement of the singer and pianist.
Our arrival in Port Canaveral is a few days after the Paris attacks. I'm not sure if that is a contributing factor, but it takes well over two hours to go through Customs. Very frustrating. As a result we miss our shuttle bus to Orlando. After a few phone calls to the shuttle company it's determined that they are willing to send a van to get us, but it will take two hours to get to the Port, then another 90 minutes to get us to the airport. That's way too close to when our flight leaves. William walks through the Port and finds another service loading up passengers. $50 and 20 minutes later we are in a shuttle on our way. Two of the couples also in the shuttle are people we have dined with during the trip. Considering the size of the ship and the various timings of the morning this is quite a coincidence.
Luckily the waves calm down during the night. On our last evening at sea se enjoy dinner in the Garden Room and show then spend some time at our favorite lounge saying good-by to friends we have made aboard. At one point Anne and a group seven ladies are performing a line dance to Proud Mary at the encouragement of the singer and pianist.
Our arrival in Port Canaveral is a few days after the Paris attacks. I'm not sure if that is a contributing factor, but it takes well over two hours to go through Customs. Very frustrating. As a result we miss our shuttle bus to Orlando. After a few phone calls to the shuttle company it's determined that they are willing to send a van to get us, but it will take two hours to get to the Port, then another 90 minutes to get us to the airport. That's way too close to when our flight leaves. William walks through the Port and finds another service loading up passengers. $50 and 20 minutes later we are in a shuttle on our way. Two of the couples also in the shuttle are people we have dined with during the trip. Considering the size of the ship and the various timings of the morning this is quite a coincidence.
Chicago has experienced a snow and ice storm so our flight is delayed. William must take the blame, as when we were on St. Thomas in the heat and humidity he wished for cold and even some snow. He got his wish when we arrive very late in Chicago to the aftermath of the unusual pre-Thanksgiving snow storm.
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