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Cruise day 4: At sea [Apr. 17th, 2008|08:03 pm]
Callicrates
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Wednesday morning, 10:16
80 miles from Nassau



We left port this morning at 6 for the trip back to Port Canaveral. We debark tomorrow morning around 7. I'm planning a lazy day today.

First thing in the morning, willowisp and I went to one of the dining rooms for breakfast. I had a (very small) waffle with strawberries; she had equally small pancakes with ham and hash browns on the side. It was yummy. Some stereotypical American part of me complains that they didn't give us enough food, but no, that's actually not true -- I was full when I left. They just gave it to us in small portions instead of heaping it all on the plate at once. Besides, if we'd gotten the portion sizes I'm accustomed to seeing in restaurants, half of it would have been left on the plate anyway. There's no sense in that.

After breakfast I went back to the cabin and got changed for yoga class. I was pleased and surprised to discover that they had one this morning. It was a very, very basic introduction to Ashtanga for people who might not ever have tried yoga before. There were nine of us plus the teacher.

I have to admit that Marisol, my instructor, has spoiled me. Hi, I'm callicrates, and I'm an Ashtanga snob. Several times during the practice I found myself thinking, "That's not right! This pose goes this way, not that, and it's out of place in the sequence." If it was something simple, like coming down into plank instead of cobra (?) during the sun salutation, I just did it the way I was accustomed. If it was something bigger like a pose completely out of sequence or some weird hybrid of two others I tried to follow the teacher.

One thing's for sure. This class showed me how much I've become accustomed to the flow of the Ashtanga primary sequence. I'm looking forward to going back to my regular class on Saturday morning.

The ocean off my balcony is a beautiful deep blue somewhere between indigo and charcoal. The water is fairly calm. The biggest waves in sight are those generated by the ship's passing. The ship herself is rocking back and forth ever so slightly with a frequency just over one cycle per second. It's actually quite soothing.

Time to catch a brief nap. I usually collapse where I stand when the endorphins from yoga practice wear off. This morning is no exception.




20:37
Somewhere between Nassau and Port Canaveral

It's almost over. We're back from dinner and we're packing our luggage before winding down for the night.

I'm sad to say goodbye to the people we've met. Some are staff, like Ana Maria, the steward who took care of us and our cabin and did an exceptional job. Some are other guests, like Bodee and Lisa (and Levi and Seth) who sat with us every evening at dinner. I've enjoyed sharing my vacation with them. I'm going to remember these past four days for... well, it's a cliche, but here it's probably true. I'll remember it for the rest of my life.

The sea has really picked up. The boat is rocking a lot and fairly abruptly. It's a lot like mild turbulence on a very, very large airplane. It doesn't bother me at all -- in fact, it would be rather nice to be rocked to sleep. It gives me pause to think of what would cause a 200-meter, 70,000-ton cruise ship to rock like that.

I'm looking forward to getting back to my own home and my regular life. I think this vacation has been just about the right length. Nonetheless, it's going to be hard to let go tomorrow morning.

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