This time of year always makes me a little crazy. I hate cold weather. And even though we went to great lengths to move to a place that was warm all year round, it still gets too chilly for my liking around this time. Its’ pretty funny, actually, to think how cold I am right now given that two years ago this week was the first time I’d EVER come to Orlando. And I remember wearing shorts and a tank top, thinking how lovely and warm it was compared to the frigid temperatures we came from.
This was back in 2012 when headed off to join up with three other couples we know to take a trip on the Carnival Dream and see the sights in the Caribbean.
Of course, we left Dexter with my parents in Pennsylvania, so we were free to do whatever we wanted for a week. It was fantastic. Mostly we did a lot of sunbathing on deck. We explored the ship again and again, playing out scenes from Titanic when we were drunk enough, and watching dolphins majestically swimming along the boat when we were too tired to explore.
Obviously there was tons to do on the boat. Swimming pools, water slides, a TON of food and drink. Mark and I were too cheap to get a sea-facing cabin, and we ended up with bunk beds on the interior. But since we spent next to no time in our room, it wasn’t so bad.
Being at sea was kind of peaceful. I wasn’t sure how I’d react, having never been on a boat, but it really was quite wonderful for the most part. The only rough bit was the day we had to cancel our port of call in Honduras. It was just too rough at sea, and we had to spend an extra day on board the ship. This wouldn’t have been a big deal except that it happened to be my 30th birthday, and I spent the entire day seasick in my bed. Mark and I had a big fight, and instead of spending the day together, he went off drinking with his friends, and I was left alone and sick. I don’t think I’ve ever quite forgiven him for that. Hehe.
On one of the days, as Mark and I were minding our own business sunbathing, some woman came along, looked at Mark and said, “You should enter the contest later! You’re sure to win!”
We were a bit confused, having no idea about any contest, and I racked my brain to think of what she could mean. A ‘sexy man’ contest? A ‘best abs’ contest? A ‘cutest smile’ contest?
She meant the ‘Hairiest Man’ contest. And of course, he went ahead and entered while I and all of our friends cheered him on. Even with the ‘manscaping’ he’d done before our trip, he was still a pretty good contender for the title. But sadly he was bested by and older and MUCH hairier man who was only too happy to display his self-proclaimed “gorilla back” to the audience. Still, my guy did get a medal.
The best parts of the trip were obviously the excursions at each port of call. Boats, snorkeling, volleyball on the beach, and exploring Mayan ruins. But those stories are for another day. We had so much fun on our cruise that all I can think about is going back for another.
I wonder if I could talk Mark into taking me and the kids out for another adventure at sea?