I haven’t been to NYC in at least 25 years. Living outside Boston we sometimes would go to NYC to visit with family. We most often stayed out on Staten Island or Long Island and would just come into Manhattan to do the sightseeing stuff. I would like to come back and indulge in the atmosphere and culture of the city beyond the normal tourist sights. It is exciting to go back even for just overnight.
I live on an island, no matter how good or bad the day is, I get to see the magnificent ocean. I slip into a peaceful state of relaxation where all my cares and woes drift out to sea. The ocean brings her energy to me and she revives me. My senses come alive. I see clearly. I hear the songs of the waves. I smell each scent that blows on the wind. I taste the water and the air. I feel the particles of sand on my feet and particles of water and salt on my skin.
The day at the private island on a cruise is the most wonderful relaxing day. It is like being in heaven. Once on the island, paradise awaits. A ship full of people spilling out into the island doesn’t hinder the experience. Some people head off to hike and explore, many, like us, head right to the beach area. Sitting in the tropical sun on a lounge chair. Drinks are brought to you by the waiters from the ship. The water is heavenly, calm, clear and warm. You can smell barbecue cooking and when you are ready to eat you can head over to the pavilion where the most amazing barbecue awaits with an array of foods.
Dinner is a highlight of cruising for us. We love dressing and going to the dining room for dinner. Dinner on Carnival hasn’t changed that much since all those years ago. Dinner is wonderful. Choices are similar to those I remember. Dress is less casual even on formal nights, the formal wear for most people isn’t a long beautiful gown. A cocktail dress or nice evening dress seem to be the choice now. I remember those nights of dressing up for dinner and how fun it was. I actually like dressing up sometimes.
Somewhat impulsive this trip is. Susan texted me two months ago and said, “Let’s go on a cruise. I want to go on a trip.” I hesitated briefly but whatever Susan wanted I knew I had to do. She has been the one dealing with Mom and her Alzheimer’s while I have stayed here going on with my life. Besides I haven’t been on a cruise in years and this was a great way to spend some time with my sister.
We left Boston on slightly rough seas. As the night progressed the seas got more turbulent. By morning I knew we were in for a wild ride. The ships staff were battening down the hatches. Decks were cleared. Doors were locked. We were informed by the Captain that we were in for rough seas as a hurricane had developed in the Atlantic Ocean. The ship was lunging and lurching. Walking down the halls straight was impossible.
Our first cruise on the original Carnival ship, the Mardi Gras was an adventure at sea. We encountered a hurricane roaming erratically in the Atlantic. Several cruises later we embarked on a maiden voyage of a new ship. Eventually our cruise days dwindled and real life, marriage and children took precedent. But I was ever so great for the opportunity to be at sea and go on so many wonderful cruises. The memories sustained me and I always knew one day I would return to the sea and traveling.