When they’re idle, they’re entitled to their luxury
Which we provide
As forever the source of our pride..
Ah, Crossings.
Sea days are clockwork days at the best of times. The fact that I work shorter port day hours (which was definitely bliss during the port heavy Canada/New England season), is balanced out by the fact that when a sea day rolls around, I’m a 10.5 hour worker bee. Granted, I have it easy when compared to many of the other departments whose hours are consistently even longer than my longest day, but still, 10 hours is a long grind.
And the Crossing is a 6 day run of sea days, taking us from the Caribbean to Spain, where we will spend the next month bouncing happily around the Mediterranean. I’m very much looking forward to Europe, but getting there? Let’s just say that Crossings and I have a history of not getting along so great. It’s not so much that I get sea sick or any such thing I just get…tense. There are a lot of explanations as to why this is, not the least of which is that it’s 6 days straight on the ship with no land in sight. It’s true, I’m definitely a child of Mamma Ocean, but even selkies like to touch land once in a while!
With only one day partially behind us and 5 more stretching ahead of us like some vast unconquerable space, it’s easy to think that we’ll just be out here forever – but Europe will find us, or I suppose we shall find it – eventually.
Thankfully, ith as at least slowed down at the office. The first two days of this cruise I literally had line ups (and a busted computer…typical) across the library. My best seller’s section is almost empty, and I’ve already restocked it at least four times! The timing of the arrival of my 3rd Quarterly order could not have been better!
5 days…just 5 days…
We can do anything for 5 days right? Right???