There was a time I didn’t think I was really cruise people. I thought it was more of a tottery old person’s getaway. You know, slow moving, bow ties every night, that kind of thing. It didn’t excite me.
I was so wrong. Four days at sea corrected everything for me. Friends, Strangers, Randoms, hear me please, book a cruise. I recommend it for all that ails you. Right away.
Ours was a Disney park & cruise combo. The park was a shade beyond total freaking mayhem on the Fourth, but other than that, typical Disney wonderment.
Repeatedly, I told the boys to try to pose more like brothers, and less like, “We fell in love in the Bahamas,” but they didn’t get my drift. They were soaked to the bone with happiness. Every picture looks more or less like this one. Hey, the Bahamas are for brudders, afterall.
Every Disney cruise goes to their private island, Castaway Cay. Besides having a beautiful unpopulated island all to yourself, it’s Disney-styled decadence at every turn. The music was live caribbean covers of eighties classics. We went on a treasure hunt around the island and found treasure. They had The Flying Dutchman from Pirates of the Caribbean docked there and Captain Jack Sparrow on the scene to sign autographs and pose for photo ops. Even the kids could sense the once in a lifetime feel of everything. Our two days at Castaway were just beyond words. The first day there, we hit the beach early. After swimming in the lagoon for hours and playing a few games, we went back to the ship to catch the first possible showing of Wall-E. All of Disney’s lastest films were playing on the ship, which may not sound like much of a perk to you guys, but believe me, huge perk in Single, Momland. A two hour jaunt to the movies costs us about $50 these days, and that’s for heinous parking (door dings practically guaranteed) and lines at every intersection in the joint. Not on the ship, no, no. A big gorgeous showplace movie theater and you just walked in and took a seat. Heaven. And the movie was wonderful as well.
We only took one excursion from the boat, and that came on the third day when we woke in Nassau. We had a day pass to the famed Atlantis Resort which has a pirate museum, indoor & outdoor aquariums, a huge sprawling water park, a casino, a shopping mall, and a compound of luxury hotel rooms. I had booked and paid for the excursion based soley on the rumors involving this beast pictured to the right here—>The Mayan Temple, a seven story water slide called the Leap of Faith that drops you nearly 60 feet straight down and then ejects you through a shark tank. This was my first ride of the day! I am happy to report that I survived it. However, lot of good it was to shoot through the shark tank. I could see nothing with my eyes clenched tight, and hear nothing but my own terrified screams reverberating in the chamber. Imagine the daylong depression that set in when I exited the slide and snapped a pic of this lazy lump of a shark parked somewhat permanently right on top of my tube. Too bad I didn’t see it the first time, because it wasn’t worth it to me to try again.
And I could bore you for days with the stories. Lull you to sleep with the swaying of the waves. Cater to your every need from sun up to sun down. Surround you in mesmerizing beauty. Define your happy place. I found mine just a few miles past the dock. Now I can’t wait to drift back there in my dreams.
Bon Voyage, Bon Blown Eye!