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Monday, April 25, 2016
Hubby and I just came back from a sailing tour...
Hi, folks! Hubby and I just came back from a sailing tour of the Caribbean to celebrate our wedding anniversary and we got to see some lush tropical islands like St. Maarten, St. Barthelemy, Nevis, Saba & Montserrat during the day and partied every night on board--doesn't that sound glamorous? Well, now let me tell you the other side of the story. Originally, when we were talking “cruise” to celebrate the big event, I was picturing a luxury ship like the Love Boat, where the wind never blows your hair, everyone is romantic, and the Captain is just waiting for you to honor him with your presence at his table. The cabins, of course, are spacious and luxurious, with all the amenities on board that one can imagine. But as in any two-people relationship, what one has in mind is not necessarily what the other has in mind, and while I was thinking luxury, good old hubby was thinking “barefoot cruise,” which is why we found ourselves on a reconstructed sailing ship, where the wind plays havoc with your hair, everyone is wild, and the Captain is even wilder. As for the accommodations, they were not exactly what one would call “luxurious”--two bunks nailed to a wall, in a room that sloped, swayed, and had a few shelves for a closet. To give you an idea of what it felt like to sleep aboard a Sailing ship, when one of the passengers was asked “How did you sleep last night?” his answer was “Smack against the wall,” and we all knew exactly what he meant. Another “luxury” I kind of missed was a faucet that stays on when turned, and hot water. You see, in our tiny cubicle called a bathroom/shower there were only two faucets: one over the miniscule sink and one on the wall for the shower, both of which had to be held to keep the water running, and both of which ran only cold water. Ever try to take a shower with one hand on the faucet and one on the Soap, on a floor that slopes to the middle so the water can drain? Quite an experience! Now I know why someone who had taken the same cruise before us told me we'll probably want to shower together. I thought that was an indication of how romantic it would be, but I quickly found out the real reason--it's so one person can hold the water on while the other one screams and tries to find a corner to run to when those first cold drops hit the body. On the plus side, though, I really think the camaraderie that takes place on a ship like the one we were on can't possibly be matched on a “regular” cruise (unless hubby has me brainwashed by now). With the informality aboard and everyone sharing the same “roughing it” experience, you can't help but feel a unity with your fellow passengers. Hoisting sales together, then quenching your thirst together afterwards, makes for a lot of bosom buddies among previous strangers. As for myself, just watching the sails go up (to the music of “Amazing Grace,” mind you) made for a very touching experience. Add to that the constant party mood and hilarity and I know this is one trip we won't soon forget. - One last remark and I'll shut up about this trip already. Today I got to figuring that dear old hubby was no dummy when he suggested this trip. The bathroom at home that I've been complaining about for the last year because the remodeling is taking too long, and the paper is crooked, and the molding is not right, has suddenly become the most beautiful bathroom in the world to me, simply because it has level floors, space to turn around in, hot and cold running water and, best of all, it doesn't rock! Even to sit on a couch is a pleasure to me now, compared to a hard deck. What strikes us funniest now that we're back, though, is how we both are still swaying when we walk, so if you happen to see a middle-aged couple walking down the street who look like they've just come out of the neighborhood bar, don't be too hard on us; we're still just wobbly from our sailing expedition.
*Terri the Typesetter
November 9, 1984
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