Something I haven't gushed about is our cruise coming up for Spring Break.
It started with my mother wanting to get together over the holidays and flights being booked. I told her that she should actually try to plan something in advance next time and suggested Spring Break. To my surprise, she jumped right on that idea.
I did the research and ran some options by her. One cruise left from near her, so that pretty much sealed the deal. It makes two stops. One is where P and I drank too much and had a marvelous time, but we never made it past the strip mall at the base of the dock. The other is at a more exotic place that fewer people go to.
At the first place, this time we're going to take a boat snorkeling. My mother said she would snorkel. I'm getting J snorkeling equipment for Xmas. I guess we should go to a pool and practice beforehand, too.
At the second place, we will probably go to some ruins and swim in a sink hole, then go to town. This way, we'll get two days of use out of the snorkeling equipment, but see other things, too.
My mother took a cruise with a friend a few years ago and neither of them got off the ship for their three ports of call in seven days. They had a balcony and were quite happy on it. (Opposing that, we had a cruise for four with nary a window.) She insisted on a balcony this time, too, although I am going to drag her chicken ass off the boat. I had to reassure her that excursions do make it back on the boat on time; they do it every day.
To me, the ship is just a big, fancy, pimped out car getting me from one place to another. The ports are the thing. I need to see stuff.