I haven’t really fallen off the edge of the earth. In fact, I can’t even see it from here. Closest that I realistically could call was Cuba off the port side about 1700 this afternoon.
So – lets see – the highlight of the day was having lunch at the Bistro with Cheré and Brad. To insure that the last of my onboard credit was up we spent the late afternoon eating crepes. I will not own up to how many crepes we ate all together but Brad didn’t really hold up his end having indulged in soup … Otherwise, I finally broke down and finished packing. This involved sort of sorting and some tossing. Mostly trying to get organized so that I have what I need for cold weather clothes on top, the dirty things in a bag and the Miami/cruise stuff on one side so that I can swap it out more easily when I get home.
I have to admit, 42 days on this ship felt like a lot longer than 56 on the Radiance. It might have been the difference between the types of ports or I can just point a finger toward the ship.
In any case, it is bus to the airport, then a long day with United before reaching my hotel at JFK tomorrow evening.
