I love surprises. I love being spontaneous. I love getting away.
Even when it’s to the neighborhood French bistro at 9:30 PM on a Sunday — that’s 2 hours where I forget it all, drink wine and stuff myself with truffled fries. Or to the movie theatre on a Monday night followed by deep-dish pizza – that’s 3 hours where I pretend I’m having a staycation in the beginning of the week.
Point is. I love being spontaneous and getting away.
So when that boy I’ve been hanging out with a lot told me five days before Thanksgiving that he’d booked a cruise to the Caribbean for this past weekend, I nodded and said:
I’ll go get my in-case-of-Caribbean-cruise-rolly-bag.
It’s already packed.
I was psyched. All 3 aspects rolled into one. What an incredible short, yet Awesome adventure.
I was beaming, but also kind of nervous.
Because I didn’t know what to expect.
Let me rephrase that. I knew exactly what to expect. I knew about the mountains of delicious food available to all passengers 24/7. I knew about the on-board shows. I knew about the endless photographs, Jacuzzis on the top deck, piña coladas, cheesy dance parties and the fact that they’ll deliver a pizza to your room at any time of day FREE. I even knew about the safety drill (where you get to practice lining up like you did in elementary school).
But I didn’t know what to expect.
It’s been 6 years since my last cruise.
That one that my mom purchased for me – a last gift before she passed away – for my graduation from college. I haven’t been on a cruise since then.
Similar ship. Similar islands. Similar environment. Same desire to vacate. Different time in my life.
What would it be like?
The food was still there. So were the hot tubs. The stars still sparkled unlike anything I am able to see in the city. The ocean’s turquoise colors still amazed me. As did its blunt expansiveness.
We had fun. We ate too much. We drank one too many mimosas. We tried Bahamian beer. We went down the kiddie slide at the Atlantis resort. We won some money in roulette. We lost it all. We ordered champagne and pizza at 3 in the morning. We ordered the left side of the all-inclusive menu at dinner.
It was different, but it was the same. Appropriately tweaked for this time in my life.
And it was spontaneous.
Which made it that much better.