Ship: Voyager of the Seas
New England Cruise 2022
Day One
"I shouldn't have come" Is the number one thing I'm feeling
right when we arrived. I'm was sitting in a 2nd (3rd) rate hotel and my
eyes are burning from the previous occupant’s smoke. The hallway has standing water and Deb leaves footprints when she walks down the hall. We were hungry and didn't feel like driving anywhere so we walked across the parking lot to the bowling alley. Deb says her fish and chips were great. My chicken fingers were a little on the dry side.
Brent and Ann, our cruise mates, had to deplane and are on the second plane leaving hours later than planned. I had no idea at the time when to go and pick them up, but they were going to be coming in tired and hungry.
Our journey across the country went very smoothly compared to theirs. All our planes were on time, we made our connections even when we had only forty-five minutes in Denver (Again, I might add.) Deb has eaten a wonderful bbq sandwich in the Denver airport and she wants to re-experience it, but twice this year, we have had layovers in Denver and twice this year, we have had to run for the next flight. Maybe someday.
We were able to get to the rental car. I knew I didn't have enough time to get across Boston in the half an hour between the plane landing and the closing of the rental car counter. When I checked in, my flight had changed to two hours earlier. So now I had time. I want that hour back that I spent trying to arrange another car that I could pick up at the airport. It was double the price and there were very few cars available. Oh, well. I guess I should count myself blessed.
We drove to the airport to get Brent and Ann. It's was raining so hard that I can't see the lines on the roads and Deb's night vision is kicking in so she can't see the street signs. Thirty feet into our journey a car comes from the center lane and cuts me off. I don't know how I didn't hit him. Then we pass the cell lot we were aiming for. The road tries to take us back under the tunnel and I know I don't want to do that. We end up on a lot of side streets to get back to the cell lot. People keep cutting me off, including a Boston Police Car. The driving is insane here and did I mention the heavy rain. Somehow, we make it back to the lot and park and wait. I'm able to pull up their flight on the internet that shows it should have landed at 6:40 but didn't land until ten fifteen. They grab their luggage and head to B Terminal, so we drive there. You would think that B terminal would be one building, but you would be wrong. You would also think the multiple B terminal buildings would be close to each other, wrong again. I think I counted four B terminal buildings and theirs was the last one. At least I think it was the last one because I stopped counting at that point.
Brent takes over navigation. It's soon apparent that we are headed north and our hotel is to the south.
“Take exit 14," he says. I look up and see exit 16, so it must be the next one. There is an exit 18 and then 20. We finally come out of the tunnel onto a beautiful bridge. Then we take a lot of different side streets and end up on the same bridge going the other direction. “I'm sorry,” Brent says, “I missed exit 14.”
I wanted to see Boston, I just didn't want to do it on a dark and stormy night. Oh, well, back into the tunnel that goes under the bay, again. Did I mention that the tunnel is a toll road? We finally get to the hotel, the one I don't like, to try and sleep with all the smoke smell.
Day Two
It's raining. It was hard to get to sleep during the night as the rain pounded down. The next-door neighbors yelling up and down the hallway didn't do us any good either. Then they bumped the wall several times right as I was drifting off. Tired or not I'm the only driver on the car, so I have to drive today.
We met Brent and Ann for breakfast at the hotel. It was a pretty good spread and they did a good job of keeping it stocked. If not for the too-small, smelly, dated, and in need of maintenance room, I would stay here again. The staff is super friendly and the breakfast good.
Today we headed to Cape Cod. But not before a stop at the candy store across the parking lot. We all bought some. I bought some Spanish peanuts to keep me awake. Fancy name, fancy price. We bought some other stuff too. Driving down the cape, I was a little disappointed because you would never know that there was ocean on both sides of us, but you couldn't see it because of the trees. We didn't go all the way out to the point. We did do a lighthouse quest, but didn't get all the way out to it, only seeing it in the distance. We tried to get closer but found ourselves on dirt roads and people’s driveways, so we retreated. Brent took some pictures of it in the distance and then we drove off. We left the main road and went down into the small towns. It was fun shopping at some of the local stores and meeting the locals. We found a great barbecue place and had lunch there. We went into Plymouth. We will go to the colony tomorrow when it isn't raining so hard. That will be fun. Making our way to the hotel, we decided to go out to dinner. It was fast food variety at this one Italian, type pizza place. They had other things. Brent asked for a cup of water and she rang up the cost of a water bottle. “You don't have a cup of water?”
“I don't know what you're talking about.”
He finally told her to never mind, he would go without. When I went to order something off the menu, she also said, “I don't know what that is.”
I pointed at it. “It's on your menu.”
She had to turn and look before she said, “Oh, that.” Then she messed up the orders and didn't call us when they were done. Brent found his order on the shelves next to the desk. Deb found ours on the to go shelf like it was going to be delivered. Getting past the frustration, we headed back to the hotel as it was dark by this point and played games in the breakfast area.
Day Three
We headed out before nine-thirty. I know that because the candy shop wasn't open yet. We drove south again to Plymouth, but then visited the Plymouth, or Plimoth as it was once called, living history museum. I thoroughly enjoyed it. We talked to the people and they answered back like they were from that time period. They were dressed in era clothing, too. The tourists help around the town. Several people joined the militia and marched around the town. I tried my hand at splitting logs. Then we headed back to town. We had been there before, but this time we actually got to the Mayflower II.
We went up and down in it. It was given to the United States by England in 1957 as a sort of thank you for helping them out in WW II. When they went to sail it from Plymouth England to Plymouth rock, which I took a picture of, one of the politicians over there said, “I'll give them a fifty fifty chance of making it." They did make it and the sailors meet every year to commemorate the journey. They called themselves the fifty-fifty club. There are only two of them left.
One of them men on the ship was interviewed years later about the voyage. He was a veteran of WW II. He said the best part of the journey was no one was shooting at them.
We then went to the gristmill. It's a replica of the early one they built in Plymouth. They were in the process of grinding blue corn when we arrived. When they finished with that, they took the grinding wheels apart to clean them. It was interesting. We ate right there at the wharf. We had seafood. Ann had prime rib. We all loved our dinners.
We arrived back at the hotel and played a card game then planned out our day for tomorrow. Nice day.
Day Four
Get on the ship day!
We left the hotel early because the Boston Firefighter's 10k run was to go past the hotel and we were worried about getting blocked in by it. They were setting up as we drove away. When we drove to find breakfast, I decided to drive like a Bostonian. I sped, I cut people off, but I didn't honk my horn. In fact on this trip I've noticed a lot less horn honking than the previous two. I do have to say, however, we spent most of our time south of Boston and not in the city.
We had to drive into the town this time to return the car. The place that we were supposed to use had their power turned off for a reason they wouldn't explain. I had to drive further into the city so we had breakfast in Little Italy part of the Boston. One way, very narrow streets with parking only on the right side but not on Monday through Friday between six in the morning and nine at night, but then you had to have a neighborhood sticker on your car, but this wasn't exactly required on Saturday and Sunday depending on how you read the very confusing sign. It didn't stop us. We parked there anyway and didn't get towed.
Street cafe was on
Breakfast was good even if we had to wait in line for it. The owner had a thick Italian accent. The place was really small on the inside with a very limited number of tables that was far exceeded by the number of people wanting to eat there. The tables were being wiped off before the patrons finished standing up to leave after their meal.
The food was great. We then returned the car to a parking garage. We had to take the car to floor seven. I swear they started numbering the floors starting at minus five because I know I drove up more than seven levels. When we finally arrived, I pointed out the damage on the car that was there before we rented it. It was curious that it had already been damaged as it only had twelve miles on it when I drove it off the lot. It had three hundred and thirty-two when I returned it so we had driven three hundred and twenty miles during our stay in Boston. The next order of business was to find a bathroom which we finally did, almost too late for some of us.
We walked to a nearby hotel and hailed a cab. We had dropped off our luggage earlier in the day at the pier while we still had the van.
The cab driver was a hoot. I told him it sucked to drive in his city, He said, “Don't I know it.” We talked and joked all the way to the pier.
So now all that was left was to walk on the ship. Which, I do have to say, was super easy in comparison to the past. The life boat drill was even painless. You had to download the app, then watch two videos. When you finished the video, they would say complete on them. You walked to your assembly station and showed the crew member the phone, and he checked you off. Even with that simplicity, an hour before we sailed the captain got on the intercom and told those who hadn't done it, “We ain't going nowhere until you dummies comply.”
View of the bay with Boston in the background
Okay, he didn't use those exact words, but that was the gist of it. Finally, we watched the ships sail out of Boston harbor as the planes heading to Logan Airport flew not that far over us. The harbor is in the flight path of the airport so you get a close-up view of all the planes landing.
We watched the ship sail away and then headed down to the main dining room for dinner. The food is good on this ship. There have been cruise ships that I couldn't say the same things about.
Everyone is exhausted after our all-day ordeal so no one is staying up very late tonight. We did manage to squeeze one card game in, however.
Day Five
Bar Harbor
I'm sure I heard Alpha Alpha Alpha over the intercom in the hall last night. It's the code word for medical emergency. Someone’s trip is going to be cut short, it looks like. I worry about them. It didn't scar me enough not to go back to sleep, however. We set the alarm for six thirty so we could go down and grab the tender tickets at seven thirty so we could make sure and get the tickets soon enough to get on shore at ten. Deb stood in line at the tender ticket office and was able to snag us tickets for group number one.
I went up to eat breakfast because if we get off the ship right away, then I won't have time. Group number one was called. I finished my breakfast and went down to meet Deb in the stateroom. She had already talked to Brent and Ann and they had gone up to get breakfast.
We met them up there, because they were ready to go except for food. They called group number two over the intercom.
When they finished eating, then we headed out. The ship called group number three. Deb says it's okay because you can go as long as your number is called. Group number four was meanwhile.
Someone says, “Why are we rushing off the ship if the stores won't be open?" so we head out closer to our tour time.
Apparently, there wasn't a group number after four because no one took my ticket or even asked what group we were and there wasn't a number higher than four. Oh, well. Won't be waking up to an alarm tomorrow and that's for sure.
We found a candy store and since my blood sugar has been on the low side this week, I buy a bunch of jelly beans. The small kind, like jelly bellies, but packed full of flavor. I'm eating them one at a time and dissolving them in my mouth instead of chewing them. This is a good as a water bottle in keeping your mouth wet. The Indians used to put pebbles in their mouths for the same purpose. They didn't use jelly bellies because they hadn't been invented yet, but pebbles had.
We walked around then made our way to Olie's Trolley to take our tour of Arcadia Park.
The park itself was the efforts of all the rich families who have summer homes in the area. They bought the land and then donated it to the government to be made into a park.
We stopped at Thunder Hole and up on the pond that has an overlook to Mount Desert Island. A beautiful place. The most awesome thing of course was the drive up Cadillac Mountain. This was our third attempt to see the mountain and the first time we succeeded. The view on the one side was gorgeous, but on the other it was socked in with clouds.
After the tour we headed to lunch. The tour driver told us where the locals usually went to eat, so we headed up there. Deb and I realized, about the same time, we had eaten there before. We had gone on a private tour on a previous cruise and the driver stopped there to eat. The blueberry pie was just as good as the last time. The town is known for its wild blueberry pie. We even saw some wild blueberry plants on our trip up the mountain.
We then walked around town for a few minutes before heading back to the ship. On the ship, we grabbed a snack. I brought my computer upstairs and wrote while Deb read a book. I decided to lay down for a minute and felt a lump in the bed. “What's that?” I asked.
Deb looked over and said, “It's a bed.” I reached under the covers and pulled out a hairbrush. The room steward had made the hairbrush up into the bed.
We met Brent and Ann for dinner. We finally caught a show. They changed all the songs to Broadway hits so it was hard to recognize them.
At that point Deb asked which bathroom Brent had gone into. I answered, “The men's bathroom.”
I guess she was asking which floor he was on. Communication is often tricky in our world.
It feels like we've been on the ship more than a day and a half. The vacation will be half over tomorrow, but we still have five more days. Played games again before going to bed.
Day Six
Portland
As of last night, we still hadn't figured out what to do in Portland. This morning, as we talk over breakfast, we are looking at the narrow-gauge train and harbor tour. We have to stand in line as we disembark. While we are doing so, I hear someone say, “Bad guys coming through.”
Another man said, “And they have guns.”
I look back to see two Canadian border patrol agents making their way off the ship. They were the ones doing the talking.
Ann's back is hurting so it's just Brent, Deb and me this day. We stepped off the ship and headed towards the narrow-gauge railroad. We purchased our tickets inside the gift shop and headed towards the train. Tickets were fifteen unless you wanted first-class, then they were twenty. We decided an open-air coach sounded fun. It had rained during the night and the seats were full of water. The conductor wiped off the seat for us.
The rail ride was fun. It went along Portland's waterfront and stopped at the burnt-out bridge. An arsonist burned the bridge in the nineteen-eighties. The railroad was losing money going through downtown Portland so it didn't rebuild the bridge. Was the bridge insured? Did the railroad now have an excuse not to go through downtown Portland? I'm wondering if the arson was hired by the railroad. It's just my suspicious mind, I guess.
We decide not to do the boat tour as the harbor is encased in fog.
After the train ride, we headed in to Portland. Brent likes art and photography galleries so we visited a couple of them then walk around Portland like we did last time. Then we hop on the ship and grab some lunch. Every had the same idea and the Windjammer Buffet is packed. Ann found a spot for two so Deb and I went to search for our own spot. A guy had pity on us and motioned us over. I tried to talk to them but their English wasn't very good, and my Chinese, I'm assuming, is worse.
The sun finally comes out and the ship sails past both Civil-War forts and three lighthouses. “This is better than the harbor tour,” I say to Deb.
Just then I notice Brent's camera lens poking past the divider between our cabins. I tell him it's better than the harbor tour. He says, “We need to be on the other side of the ship,” then points.
I see a lighthouse we're going to miss if we don't get over there. “Let's go.”
We go out on deck four, then climb up to the bow of the ship. There we get some great pictures of both light houses on both sides of the bay entrance.
Later on, Deb and I play some games up in the library. It was loud with people talking and playing games but we found ourselves a small table and played. I finally won a game. I thought that was going to elude me this trip. I noticed as we were playing that the game cards had Norwegian Cruise Lines on it and the pen we were using had Princess Cruise Lines. Oops.
At dinner, Deb, Ann, and I had the lobster. I've decided it's time to give up trying to like lobster. I've had it many times and it's always hit or miss. This was a miss.
We rushed down to the theater to watch a Frankie Valli tribute band. The first song they sang together was a cut up one. A bit of this song here and a bit of that song there, then back to the first song. Like a song sandwich with too many layers. I'm wondering why they didn't just sing the songs one after another. Then they took a long time introducing themselves. Then they went into a rap song, and then a Madonna song. I came to listen to Frankie Valli hits. They finally sang a bunch of Frankie at the end. At least it looked like the end. The cruise conductor came back up and acted like he talked them into coming back on stage. The funny thing was a bunch of people thought it was over and headed for the doors.
They came back on and sang a parody of “Working My Way Back to You.” but instead of you, the sang, “The Windjammer.” He had sang something about eating your body weight in buffet food before the song started.
I was a little disgruntled, but Deb said, “I loved them, I want to go again.'
We went up to the promenade cafe while we waited for the second show to start. We lost Brent. I was sent ahead to save a table. He didn't see me so he saved his own table. He gave up and began walking around. I saw him walk by so I yell and wave to no avail. I feel that if I leave the table someone else will get it, so I wait for Deb and Ann. They see me and come sit down. Meanwhile, no Brent.
He's questioning what he heard so he goes up to deck eleven and looks for us there. Ann sends me out to look for him, but I'm not seeing him so I give up for a while. Finally, I try again and find him then lead him to the table.
When we go the second time it was a little different. They do the same stunt about having the cruise director come out and act like the act is over, with some people leaving then they came back out and sing a couple of songs. They last song three of the singers go down and sing directly to women, but then one comes up to me and sings directly at me. I'm sure I'm blushing. The worst part is Brent, Ann, and Deb all busting a gut behind me. I'm sure I'm not going to live this down. There's always something.
Day Seven
Halifax
The seas have been rough all night. It was even hard walking around the state room. They announced there were problems getting us off the ship at ten. Deb and I went up to the buffet and ate breakfast with Brent and Ann. Then the four of us played games until around eleven then went down to stand in line. When we disembarked, Terry was standing there with a pink sign that said, “Clark Graham,” on it.
Deb had arranged a five-hour private tour of Halifax. It was wonderful. He took us to show us where the explosion took place on the munitions ship that took out half of Halifax during the first World War. The we went over to the Titanic grave yard. Then over to Peggy's Cove. The last stop was the public gardens, but Deb was more interested in the old graveyard across the street from there.
To fill in the details, Peggy's Cove is named after a castaway. A little girl was the sole survivor of a shipwreck in the 1800s. They named the cove after her. Deb finally got her lobster roll. She shared half of it, but I gave it back after one bite. I'm giving up on lobster, I think. It's okay, but its a very expensive okay.
There are three Titanic grave sites. The one with the most people in it has gravestones laid out, provided by the White Star Line. It's the only compensation they provided the families. One third of those who died still haven't been identified. They are buried with just numbers over their heads.
We arrived back at the ship in time for dinner, but just. Mario is the name of the supervisor for our part of the dining room. He stops and talks to us almost every day. I can't wait to tell the grandkids.
Jazz was playing in the theater and none of us care for it much, so we tried going to the library to play games, but all the tables were full. We went up to the Windjammer instead. We played the rest of the evening.
Day Eight
Sea Day
It's nice to have a later start to our day. I didn't get up until nine, at which point I went down to the Schooner Bar to save us a spot for morning trivia. It turns out, I shouldn't have. We seem to know the same things and not the other things. I guess we need a more diverse group next time. We had lunch in the main dining room. It's the first time it's been open for lunch. Deb and Brent enjoyed their cod while I had a salad wedge, again, that I loved. Deb even said it was the best meal she had had on the ship so far.
The sun finally came out so Deb and I went out on the balcony and sat and talked. It was so nice. We had the waiter hurry up dinner so we could make it to the ice-skating show. We even skipped dessert. There were only about a dozen people ahead of us in line when we arrived.
It was amazing. The best. I had only seen one before this but it didn't come near the level of expertise these people had.
After dinner, we went up to the buffet to get the desert we didn't have at dinner. The selection was much better.
Day Nine
St. John
We arrived at the Windjammer way earlier than we expected and Brent and Ann aren't there yet. I finish eating, but then I'm bored. I look out the front and find myself standing next the girl with the hand sanitizer. When I see Brent and Ann walking in, I said to the girl, “I handle this one."Then say to Brent, “Washy washy.”
The girl ads, “No washy washy, no nummy nummy.”
“How did I do?" I asked her. "Do you think they'll hire me?”
She just laughed.
We didn't have a real plan starting the day. I found a city bus that takes you to the major sites online, but I thought everyone was hoping for a hop on hop off tour. It was closed down for the season so that wasn't happening. When we arrived, our plan was to take the city bus. I saw a bus in the distance, so I headed that direction. The bus left, but when I came back there were a hoard of taxi drivers trying to get us to do a tour. The nice lady on the far end was pleasant and I talked to her. She didn't charge as much as the others so we rented her van for the next four hours. We went to the reversing falls, saw forts and took pictures from the overlook of town, then she took us out of town to the bay and the beach and a covered bridge and a nice little antique shop. We also saw three covered bridges one of which was built in 2022. It was much more than we have had in the past where they stayed in town and showed us the sights there.
We walked through the Saint John Market where I finally got to eat a butter tart. They were a little different than they were in the past, but still good.
After that, we made our way back to the ship to grab lunch. We were barely on time because it closed a half hour after we arrived. I spilled some of my dinner and feel terrible about it. It isn't a big mess luckily. When I went back to get some water one of the head waiters sees it and points it out to someone. I admit it was my fault and if they'll get me a mop I'll clean it up.
“No, no, Sir. It's not your fault.”
It was my fault.
Some interesting things we saw. A seal was swimming around the reversing falls. It's where the falls move in with the high tide and out with the low. This makes the river run backwards twice a day. The Bay of Fundy has a forty-foot tide and 32 million gallons go in and out of the area in a day.
There isn't much to do tonight if you don't want to go to the ice show again, or tomorrow, as the ice show is the main event that night also. We've already seen it and don't want to see it again. We did play games all night until bedtime. We wanted to watch a show on television but couldn't find anything we like there either. A little disappointed by the variety of entertainment on the ship.
We stepped into an elevator with another couple and I start bemoaning to Deb, “In a day and a half I'm going to have to make my own bed, vacuum my own house.”
The guy starts in, “I'm going to have to get out of my recliner and get my own drink.”
The woman added, “Do my own dishes.”
It is a sad state of affairs.
Day Ten
Sea Day
Our last full day on the ship. Part of me wants to go back home and resume my life, but another part of me wishes I could stay longer. The third part of me is not looking forward to flying all the way across country.
I had the time wrong. I didn't realize it until I was in the schooner bar waiting for the activity to start and it didn't. I rechecked the time then I got onto RCCL app and it showed a different time than my phone did. Oh well.
I rushed up to the stateroom to see if Deb was there. She wasn't, so I grabbed my keyboard, computer and mouse and went back down to the Schooner Bar to write. As I get there one of the waiters was taking my water glass off of the table. “That's mine.” I said. I should have just let him take it and gotten another one in hind sight.
“I didn't see your name one it.”
“It's on the bottom,” I replied. He laughed.
We did trivia as a group today, we even had another volunteer from Kentucky to help us out. It didn't go well. The questions were bizarre. One question had Thomas Edison as the first person to say "hello" on the telephone. She asked what HB was pertaining to medical terms, she said it was hemoglobin. The accent made it hard to understand her to begin with. We had nine out of twenty. The groups that won, about three of them, had ten right. The lady that had joined us said, “I was feeling so clever when I came down here. Now I'm wondering how I made it this far in life.”
We looked at lunch in the main dining room but it wasn't anything Deb could eat. We went to the buffet instead. It had a white chocolate fountain which just had to be tried out. I love their selection of cheeses and am thinking that I need more cheese types in my life.
Dinner was good. Three of us had the prime rib.
The show was in the main theater which was good. I really liked the Pink Panther part of it. Again, I wished there were more songs I knew as they seem to pick really obscure ones or ones in different languages.
We have to pack our suitcases tonight. We left them out in the hall. The last day of the cruise is always a sad affair.
Day Eleven
Going home.
Again, there was no plan. Our options were to take an Uber or taxi to the airport. I saw a post on Facebook about taking a water taxi. We looked it up and then booked it on the spot. We walked off the ship and then walked down the pier to the water taxi. There were about ten of us waiting there. When he arrived, he didn't have a place to park. We thought he told us to get on the large boat that was in his spot but he yelled, “That doesn't belong to us. You have to get off." So we walked back off. He called his boss and then cruised around a minute.
Then I get a phone call from his boss. “This is the water taxi company. You see there's a problem loading you.”
I said, “Just have him tie up to the big boat. We can walk up and over the back of it before they know we're there.”
“The driver said it was too tall.”
“Nah” I said. “It will be fine.”
“I'll tell him, the man said.
A few minutes later, the pilot looks over. “Who did Karl just talk to?”
I raised my hand.
The next thing I know he's bringing the taxi over to us and ties up at the boat. The boat has a gate on each side and we walk over the back of it. The second gate is panduited but a quick pull breaks that. We all climb into the taxi after we put the bags on the boat. Problem solved.
It was so nice. We had a scenic view of the waterfront on our way to the center of Boston. They stored our luggage in a locked room while we took a foot tour of Boston. We went to the old state house and then to Fanueil Hall. We did some shopping and then found a place to eat on our way back to the water taxi. After retrieving our luggage, we hopped back on the taxi for a trip to the airport. A shuttle bus took us to our terminal.
Going through TSA, both Deb and I were patted down. Then Deb had lost track of her tablet. TSA found it in my suitcase. So, they doubly screened that and sent it back through the scanner.
We finally sat down. It was fun taking the same plane as Brent and Ann, I initially thought, but they are put in the way back and I can’t even see them from where I’m sitting.
The plane was crammed full and I cramped up. The guy next to me is at least on the small side, but he doesn’t talk so I don’t talk to him. I figure he wants his privacy. His eyebrows raise every time I hand Deb something, but he’s non-verbal through the flight except for an occasional “Excuse me,” when he needs Deb out of his way to go the bathroom. I take advantage of his absence and head to the other end of the plane to do the same. The cart is blocking my way when I come out, then after it passed, I made a mad dash for my seat. I remember the old days when the seats in economy had foot rests and leg rooms. I was comfortable back in the old days. With the airlines packing them in more and more and you have to pay fifty bucks for two more inches of leg room, the whole flying thing is getting more and more unbearable. Especially on five-hour flights like this one. I suppose it beats walking, but not by much. I wouldn’t be so cramped if I walked.
We land, say goodbye to Brent and Ann and then head to our next flight. Even though the first plane was a half an hour taking off we still have plenty of time to make the next one. The boarding agent calls us up. The plane is only partly full and they have to move us, and several other people to balance it out. Interesting and good news too. We don’t have anyone between us and I stretch out for the long flight home. Okay, it’s only 34 minutes, but it was a comfortable 34 minutes. We get home at eleven after being awake for twenty-four hours. We drop the suitcases off in the doorway and head straight to bed.
All in all, except for the flights to and from, we had a wonderful time in the very historic maritime area and on the ship.
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