It's "The Poolest Day Ever!"

This may be a pilot program at Celebrity. Boy, is it noisy!

If we ever hear that "to the left, to the left, to the left" song one more time it will be too soon.

Nevertheless, we ventured out to the Mast Grill for lunch, then moved from one spot to another to avoid the noise. Paul got a little pool time in. Julie just tried to stay awake and keep her sinuses from exploding. Something on Grand Cayman set them off. Oh, well.

So, about the median age on this cruise. It's up there. We may be on the young end of the spectrum, which is why I'm puzzled by all the noisy activities aimed at people who can dance and aren't in walkers and scooters, which abound. Hey, it's good to know these cruises are accessible enough that the mobility impaired can get out and enjoy themselves. After all, we may be in that situation one day. There were a few working age couples on vacation, and maybe three families with kids that we saw. And yes, the children were generally well-behaved.

Of course, the cruise had its share of entitled passengers, and a lot of chair hogs. We get saving your spot while you're in the pool, taking a comfor break, or off grabbing a drink or munchies, but there's no reason to stake one's chair early in the morning in order to get that prime sun spot after breakfast. Perhaps we're getting cranky at our age, but there would be more than enough chairs available if people didn't stake claim on them just to use them for ten minutes here and there. I've heard some cruise lines are clamping down on that, and that's a good thing. The chairs aren't just for a rarified few people.

The ship sailed really close to Cuba, too. That's the closest we'll likely ever get to that country.

Thursday's theater show was, well, what's Latin for Lounge Lizard? Ludis lacerta? That's our story, and we're sticking to it.

Tomorrow is Bimini, and I hope the resort experience we paid for is worth it.

 

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