I have tons of pictures and am having a terrible problem culling! So I thought I might do a chronological thing. But you won’t get 10 days of pics, promise.
Sasha White and I decided to add one extra day to the front and end of our trip so that we wouldn’t have to stress if a plane or boat arrived late. On the day of my flight to Newark, New Jersey, I was so excited I couldn’t sleep, so I left for the airport at 2:00 AM. I stopped in Malvern, Arkansas for breakfast at a Waffle House and joined the skater crowd of kids who all looked a little high. I was so early at the airport the airlines swapped me for an earlier flight, so I had time to kill before meeting Sasha at her gate in Newark.
We arrived at the Days Hotel in the early afternoon. The hotel was nice, but we knew we weren’t in a good part of town when we saw the tall chain link that surrounded the parking lot that was topped by strands of barbed wire. Add the armed guard in the guard shack at the entrance of the lot and you know we were glad we’d only be there one night.
Because we had so much extra time on our hands we road a shuttle from the hotel to the mall. We ended up sharing the ride with a woman who could have been the poster child for too much plastic surgery. And when she moved her hands and spoke, we realized she was probably a transgender person as well. Had to mention that because when I got back to the hotel, I passed another in the lobby, and rode the elevator with another. Must have been a convention. And you know me. I wanted so bad to ask one of them if I could see their new parts. I thought maybe they’d be like strangers you meet who are so proud of their new tattoos that they will pull up their shirts or push down the waistband of their pants and show them to you. But I refrained.
Anyway, the camera came out the following day.
It was freaking cold when we arrived at harbor. Royal Caribbean had a large heated, semi-permanent tent set up to process everyone through passports. Still the windchill was in the 20’s and I only brought a rain jacket. I was glad to finally get through this door.
Inside, I stood in line with 2800 other people waiting to process in.
Once on the ship, Sasha and I headed straight for our stateroom to check out our digs. We passed this view of the onboard shopping mall called The Promenade. We stood on a 6th floor balcony overlooking it.
We had cabin number 6519. It was an interior cabin—no view of the sea—but we were going for cheap and not too worried about a view because we didn’t plan on staying in the room much.
How’s this for space-economy. It was a “one-butt room”. Only one person could move around at a time. And I think this was the only time I got in front of the camera willingly, I was that excited to be there.
Had to take a pic of Sasha, too. See me in the mirror?
The bathroom was teeny-tiny. The shower had just enough room to turn inside. It was sooooo cute.
After dumping our purses, we headed up to the decks to watch the departure. Can you see the Statue of Liberty in the harbor?
Our first view of one of the upper, exposed decks of the open sea. See those deck chairs? In a just a couple days, they’d be filled with sunbathers. I spent a lot of time leaning over the rails here to watch the waves.
Our first sunset.
One of the joys of cruising is the awesome food. Sasha and I headed to dinner that night looking forward to something wonderful. More about food later!
And here’s me. Already not enthused about having my picture taken.
Be sure to tune in tomorrow for pics of San Juan! ~DD