I awoke to the sounds of Pilar stirring and a dark room. It wasn't until I felt the slight rocking of the ship and looked around that I remembered I wasn't dreaming....we were actually in this incredible room on board an awesome cruise ship sailing full steam ahead through the Atlantic. Before Pilar had a chance to open the shade, I grabbed the camera in order to give others the full effect of the room. Unfortunately, this blog won't let me upload that video for some reason. Just imagine waking up in a dark room and then someone hitting a switch and you hear "vvrrrrrrrr" as light streams in, and then there is the wide open ocean!
Pilar and I lathered up in sunscreen and our bathing suits and headed down to join the boys for breakfast. After a hearty buffet meal, we set out to find four available lounge chairs together....a daunting task. Since laying out was the popular option for the day seeing as how most people on the ship were pasty northerners, there were few available loungers. (Mid revision, Pilar reminded me that a great deal of the northerners were not indeed pasty, they were orange from their artificial preparation. The exception to this fake bake rule was the occasional chubby, middle-aged, speedo adorned, hairy man.) We did eventually happen upon a stack of chairs and were able to soak in the rays together.
Our location at this point was on the very top deck right behind the waterslide so obviously we found ourselves shooting down the slide. It was a pretty legit slide. Post waterslide shenanigans we witnessed a hairy chest contest. Yes...men who felt they had competitively hairy chests volunteered their talents in a contest that tested hair texture, hair smell, and dancing abilities. There were three female judges with ages ranging from early twenties to early seventies, and God bless these ladies. We were very entertained throughout the duration of this contest. Ironically, we still had an appetite when it finished so we headed down for lunch.
After lunch, Chris and Travis decided to beast it in the work out facilities while Pilar and I decided to return to our sun deck and enjoy cocktails. See!
This night on the cruise was our first formal night, so Pilar and I put extra effort into our beauty preparations (psh, as if that were needed). Our lovely, strapping men came to our room and escorted us down for cocktails. There was a happy hour in the casino/lounge part of the ship (and by happy hour they mean that instead of $10 the drinks were $6...ok maybe that's an exaggeration but drinks were pretty expensive.) We finished our drinks, then took some lovely formal pictures, and headed down to dinner.
As we strolled into the dining room, all of us looking like a million bucks, I commented on the grand Titanic-like stairwell that led down to the main part of the dining room. I said, "Wouldn't it be funny if we acted like Jack and Rose?" I didn't even get through that sentence before Travis and Chris hustled down the stairs and waited at the bottom for Pilar and me. We glided down the stairs and met our boys who met us with smiles and kisses on our hands. It was like something out of...well...Titanic. (Travis and I continued this reinactment every night at dinner and towards the end of the cruise, when people would see us coming, they would turn around and watch our grand entrance. It was pretty sweet.)
Dinner was lovely, as usual. We were entertained for the first time with a show put on by all of our waiters dancing on tables. I don't remember which song they danced to this night, but one of the songs was "Jai Ho" and another was "Apple Bottom Jeans". These waiters were pretty good dancers! After dinner we headed back to the room for some wine and a brief photo shoot and then we moved on to Latin dancing night. There was a band in one of the rooms playing all different kids of Latin music including salsa, cumbia, merengue, etc. Pilar gave us all dancing lessons and we traded off dancing with sitting and watching the smooooth older Colombian man with the legendary mustache work his magic. We stayed here most of the night and then headed back down to the club for more dancing. After dancing until our feet were ready to wither, we headed back to the room to have a quick gaze at the stars and then headed to bed around 4 AM. This was a very smart decision, considering we were arriving at Grand Cayman at 8AM.
"Oh well...we'll set an alarm and surely they'll come over the loudspeakers as a wake-up call."
...or so we thought!
...to be continued...
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