Starting to get acclimated to the cruise

Tuesday, 28 April. 300 miles from the closest land, Bermuda.

Before I jump into telling you about our miniature cruise , the Seabourn Quest, I must mention our weekend with Florida Friends.

As the plane departed Charleston on Friday aftenoon for Palm Beach International, the pilot announced we would be landing 20 minutes early. So why did we land 30 minutes late after circling and circling and circling? Well, one picture should tell you all you need to know...

Nonetheless, Dan and Ivy were waiting to pick us up and drive us to their lovely Palm Beach Gardens home. Such gracious hosts. And we had Chrissy, Dianne, Marlaine and Joe join the festivities. It was so special to reunite with good friends. And, we were able to provide "Gussie", the new transport chair with her custom-made duds, thanks to Elizabeth! Perhaps most importantly for our sanity, Dan convinced Tommy that he would DRIVE us to Miami rather than our taking the train. (Of course, we had to do a dry run of all the luggage etc that would have to be hauled on the plane before Tommy conceded.)

All Aboard! Sunday afternoon we did it! We actually got on board and began the cruise. Here are a few snaps of our room and the outdoor area of the pool. The handicap room is actually pretty nice and truly much easy for me to navigate. No stepping in a shower, and plenty of bars to hold onto. I still find myself doing a good bit of furniture surfing, however. Tommy is my savior in every aspect. He completely unpacked while I slept on the sofa. Yes, naps are definitely still in order for me. And the ship overall is really beautiful. But it is TINY! It is like a miniature form of the Seabourn Ovation that we cruised last year. 
We have learned the importance of REST.  Yesterday, I did a lot of walking with Goldie (the rollator) and was very poud of myself, right up until about 3 pm when I was ready to crash.  We had to return to our room, put up my feet, and I was close to concluding that this journey is not for me. My feet were swollen, my legs ached. Tommy, God bless him, rubbed my legs for maybe an hour. I really expected to just stay in bed and forego supper, but Tommy helped me get up and going. He rolled me on Gussie to the horizon bar, and then to dinner outdoors. We sat with a British couple; they had been in the Foreign Service and stationed in Moscow in the 1980s. So interesting.  And thus, the evening ended and I was revived!

I will leave this post with a picture I took from the bar last night at sunset. 

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