Our fellow passengers are clearly here to have fun. At the first night club show the featured performer was a Motown singer of our vintage who had belonged to the Platters. He still had a good set of pipes and sang a variety of hit songs, but he could have sung the phone book and the audience would have given him a standing ovation. They were equally involved in the silly games that cruise lines use to entertain us on days at sea. People dressed in cow and pig hats and competed with hula hoops, did belly flops into the pool, etc. We sat a few decks above with something good to read and soaked in the warmth instead.
Our table mates range from a couple young enough to be our children and a couple about fifteen years our senior. It is always nice to have someone to chat with at dinner besides one another, but it remains to be seen how much in common we really have to discuss.
As the photos show, the ship is a beauty. The theater is especially imposing and the nightclub show tonight was as glitzy as any you would find in Las Vegas. Scene changes were frequent and quick and lights twirled, fireworks flashed and smoke swirled around our heads. The dancers were especially challenged since the ship has been rocking. The trip from Florida to Puerto Rico covers a lot of open ocean and the motion is quite noticeable. but thanks to modern technology the rocking has not been enough to motivate anyone to use the seasickness bags. Of course, we spent a great deal of time working our way around Cuba. I have been waiting almost my entire life to visit this sport. Perhaps the impending change of politicians on both sides can make this a reality.