At 6:30 am, the seas were calm. While Mary prepared for her nail appointment, I fetched coffee from the grazing grounds. The herd of buffalo and elephants hadn’t arrived yet. The staff remained tense, anticipating the arrival of the Alpha Rhinos. I witnessed the demise of at least 20 pounds of omelets as the herd moved through on their way to the sweet roles!
Mary went off to have her nails done. I stayed behind, showered, and got ready to attack the world. Since there was supposed to be a storm, I was going to batten down the hatches. I checked the room, and no hatches were to be found!
Interesting fact: the ship can produce 90 tons of fresh water daily but typically uses only 45 tons daily. I did NOT feel bad taking an extra long shower!
As we departed the suite, I heard some commotion at the spa’s front desk regarding a special offer they had made!
From the nail saloon, we went VFR to the dining room. The staff at Davinci was missing us. We are returning on the last formal night this evening because the maitre d’ has been so lovely (and his pasta is excellent).
The ocean was smooth even though we were only 120 miles from Tycoon Hillary. I think the press again overblew the situation to sell their wares. Maui’s missing count has gone from a thousand to zip! The press really ought to get real!
We did see some dolphins swimming around.
Mary requested one poached ostrich egg, two breakfast steaks, a pound of salmon, and two bagels for breakfast. Meanwhile, I had three Cheerios swimming in a thimble of champagne.
Dang!!
After breakfast, we checked our photos at the ship’s photo shop and downloaded last night’s pictures. Then we went to the library for two more books before heading to the 18th floor for phone calls and a short nap.
I was thinking that Christmas is coming soon! My favorite Christmas breakfast is Eggs Benedict served on a hubcap. There’s no place like chrome for the hollandaise.
The 18th floor is usually empty, so we call, do our texts, and clean out the email inboxes. I also use the iPhone to order drinks.
Reading our texts is essential to keep tabs on things!
Vicky and Irene went to breakfast together this morning; I love my security cameras even hundreds of miles to sea. We skipped lunch today and returned to our room around 2:00 pm to prepare for tonight’s soiree.
While upstairs, we finished downloading last night’s photos, and NOW we understand why everyone was pointing at us (Mary).
Paul “may” have been a little out of control!
Silly is as silly does, Do-Dah Do-Dah!
We rested most of the afternoon before changing into formal attire for the evening’s festivities. We watched a movie on TV and waited for the storm to come. As we approached land, flocks of birds flew around the boat.
Why do sailors eat shellfish when bad weather is forecasted? It’s the clam before the storm.
The birds have come to greet the boat! Look carefully; two of them are flying backward to see where they have been!
Dressed to the nines, we headed to the Da Vinci Dining Room and had a magnificent dinner. Mary and I ordered different things so we could share, but tonight, the beef bourguignon was incredible!
Beef bourguignon or bœuf bourguignon, also called beef Burgundy and bœuf à la Bourguignonne, is a French beef stew braised in red wine, often red Burgundy, and beef stock, typically flavored with carrots, onions, garlic, and a bouquet garni, and garnished with pearl onions, mushrooms, and bacon.
It was a pretty fantastic menu!
The ship’s photographer came by and took two more photos of us. Check out my vest; it was handmade by a dear friend from Old Ranch. She made three of these for me.
They said we were photogenic!
This is photogenic!
While dining, we pulled into port for a four-hour stop because of the impending storm. While pulling in, we checked in with Aunt Irene and Scout, who reported it was dry. She also said they found three hatches, and they battened them down.
Aunt Irene and Scout are enjoying life!
Dinner was amazing. We asked Irene to hide the bathroom scales somewhere in the garage.
Dinner was out of this world good.
Ensenada passed by as we sailed into the port. The weather was typical for Endendad, cloudy and overcast with temperatures in the nigh 70s.
It was a smooth ride in and zero rain!
We needed a walk after eating so much, so to the promenade went just strolling down the avenue. We met another couple attempting to take a selfie of their visit, so we offered to help. They did the same for us. But they said while about to snap the picture, “Life is short. Smile while you still have teeth.”
Goodbye Ensenada!
Others had the same idea, and Ensenada rolled out right before us. It was a great evening to walk!
It was a warm night on the promenade deck.
We went inside and watched some dancers below us. The floor was crowded, so we danced where we stood two levels up and got several comments. Some of the comments were:
- “Look! It’s some birds, it’s some planes, no! It’s Super Couple!”
- “How does a little girl like you push around the fat old man?”
- “Hey, guys, it’s Beauty and the Beast!”
- “I bet you a dollar that the old man will fall over within the next twenty seconds!”
- “Should we call 911 now or wait?”
Mary told me that I ate too much!
The Electric Slide was calling!!
Mary goes line dancing and shows them a set or three.
Mary put them all to shame.
Line dancing, Mary!
Time to depart Mexico and make a run for San Pedro before the storm hits! What storm, I was thinking!
Ensenada at night.
Our ship from last month, the Navigator of the Seas, was in port and looked to be preparing to depart before the storm was scheduled to hit. I got the bullhorn out and kept asking if anyone had found the pet rock I had left on board. Security came to the room and took away the bullhorn!
We were on this ship last month!
The dock was quiet except for the seals raising a ruckus. My Seal is a little rusty, but I think they were saying, “Come back Gringo!”
Pulling away
As we edged toward the breakwater, the Harbor Pilot departed the ship. BTW, the Harbor Pilot for a passenger ship only provides advice; they never take command of the ship.
The harbor pilot leaves the ship!
We went back inside, had a drink with some friends, danced a little, and crashed. It was two freckles past the eleven-stitch incision, so it was time to go to bed. Good night all!
