At Sea
November 11-12, 2013
We had gone as far south as we would go. From Aruba, the ship shifted course and we sailed due north for the next two days before we would arrive in Cozumel on the morning of November 13th.
Both days the sea was a deep cobalt blue. Little wavelets broke to small, frothy white caps. Each day I was up in time to watch the sunrise. I'd sit on the balcony, Diet Doctor Pepper in hand, and marvel at this daily ritual. (For some reason I had sufficient and good energy to get me through the day, but I was in bed at 9 pm. Some company, I told Glenda. I was fast asleep many nights when she would return from the casino. A really party goer I'd tell her.) From our balcony, as far as I could see in any direction, was an unbroken vista of sky and sea. Broken only my a straight line horizon and giant white clouds rising high above. Flying fish still broke the surface and sea birds still hovered above.
It was 1,000 glorious miles to Cozumel: 62 sun filled hours.
For two days I parked myself at the very front of the ship. The days were blistering hot and, considering the location, there was pitifully little breeze. But it was quiet and away from the crowds. All around me I had full command of that which Id come to love and would soon have to leave.
I was a bit sad when we arrived in Cozumel. Who wouldn't be. The Norwegian Dawn had ensconced me in comfort for twelve days.
But this holiday was far from over. There was still a week on the Mexican Caribbean coast and two weeks in Mexico City.
The cruise door had closed but another was opening.
I was home to Mexico!
November 11-12, 2013
We had gone as far south as we would go. From Aruba, the ship shifted course and we sailed due north for the next two days before we would arrive in Cozumel on the morning of November 13th.
Both days the sea was a deep cobalt blue. Little wavelets broke to small, frothy white caps. Each day I was up in time to watch the sunrise. I'd sit on the balcony, Diet Doctor Pepper in hand, and marvel at this daily ritual. (For some reason I had sufficient and good energy to get me through the day, but I was in bed at 9 pm. Some company, I told Glenda. I was fast asleep many nights when she would return from the casino. A really party goer I'd tell her.) From our balcony, as far as I could see in any direction, was an unbroken vista of sky and sea. Broken only my a straight line horizon and giant white clouds rising high above. Flying fish still broke the surface and sea birds still hovered above.
It was 1,000 glorious miles to Cozumel: 62 sun filled hours.
For two days I parked myself at the very front of the ship. The days were blistering hot and, considering the location, there was pitifully little breeze. But it was quiet and away from the crowds. All around me I had full command of that which Id come to love and would soon have to leave.
I was a bit sad when we arrived in Cozumel. Who wouldn't be. The Norwegian Dawn had ensconced me in comfort for twelve days.
But this holiday was far from over. There was still a week on the Mexican Caribbean coast and two weeks in Mexico City.
The cruise door had closed but another was opening.
I was home to Mexico!
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