Vancouver may not be home, but it always feel good to be back in Canadian waters. It’s strange, I just don’t seem to think in terms of land anymore. My feet can be on solid ground, but the rest of me isn’t…not always.
Embark day continues to be a maze of organized chaos. 6am found me woken up by a page for one of the spa workers who turned out to be on her way upstairs anyway, 7:30am found us all startled awake again by an announcement that should have only gone to the public areas but thanks to a mis-pressed button got piped into our sleepy warren below-the-waterline instead. So I ended up with an early morning.
As a result I treated myself to brunch off the ship. There’s a lovely little cafe only a five minute walk from the dock in Vancouver, they were busier today than usual since there was some kind of marathon being run in town, but when the weather is this nice it’s no real hardship to sit at the table and wait for service. When you’ve become used to months and months of ship-board food (which is good no mistake, but it’s the same menu every week and after a while it really does become just fuel), it’s nice to actually enjoy something different, and I was craving something light and healthy, which is exactly what I ended up with, and I feel considerably better as a result.
In an unusual turn of events, I have a roommate this week. This truly is an oddity for me as I’ve been fortunate enough for most of my time on ships to be blessed with my own space. The new girl is only with me for a week, she’s our new sound technician and they needed a place for her to live while she was doing her handover. In some ways it’s nice to have someone to chat with, and this is the first time I’ve lived with a theatre tech.
There are worse ways to spend a sail-away than dancing in the sunshine.
There is also something to be said for seeing your new cruise director walk on stage with a towel animal on his head during rehearsal for the evening show….
Don’t ask….