Updated: Oct 6
Today, awake in Kansas where a light snow has dusted the ground, I’m sitting still and yet not so still. The ocean moves inside me. Either that, or my equilibrium is shot to hell. But then again, we are so much made of water that it’s no surprise how easily we’re prone to move in tune with water.
As for me, what I treasured most was simply watching the water as well as having good talks and hanging with my family. I could have watched the water for hours, and at some points, I did, once even falling asleep on my balcony while staring at the moving blue body all around.
Being with the sea rolled in sharp contrast at times with being on the ship, particularly when I turned on the TV to see some of the worst Karaoke performers on one channel and the final stages of the “Hairy Man Contest” on another (which included each man dancing with a giant chess piece and then leading a roomba line). At dinner one night, our waiter decided to multiply whatever we ordered. When one of us asked for a little extra lobster, she got a second lobster dinner, plus a steak dinner. Dozens of passengers strolled with exotic drinks in coconuts. On elegant-dress-up night, people wore everything from evening gowns and heels to sun dresses with fuzzy slippers. Neon,
There are also magical moments via the ship: discovering the daily towel animal on my bed, talking with the dining room hostess from Belarus, walking with my mother from stem to stern, meeting an avid biker from Denver in the hot tub and talking prairie and stars with him, doing yoga with my niece on the top deck one morning, giggling with my daughter in the dark late at night, watching the room move across the water, talking with my sisters, joking with my nephew, and smiling back and forth with Suhendri, our beloved room steward who even helped gro
Whatever the surreal moments are of cruising on a ship with 3,000 passengers and crew members — not to mention a dozen bars and nightclubs, a live Newlywed game, and big food everywhere — the primal and pervasive beauty of the sea won me over. So despite my fears of hating the cruise and feeling trapped at sea, I found I love the cruise, and I would probably love most cruises (except in seasick-inducing weather) for the simple reason that they happen on oceans.
Will I do it again? Yes, although a smaller, less-party-city-oriented ship would be nice along with more time at sea. The water is a magnet, and who am I to resist it? In any case, I’ve gotta go because I have a bath waiting for me.