Day three was probably the prettiest of the three days. The weather was perfect and the ocean was the bluest green I ever did see. We spent part of the day in Nassau, Bahamas and the rest of the day back on the boat, on the pool deck. We walked around and looked at shops and handmade markets where I bought a little souvenir for Marlowe… a tiny straw purse with an elmo stitched on it (she loves it). We ate lunch at Señor Frogs (no, seriously, that happened. don’t judge me) and for the first time ever, I got one of those ridiculously large drinks that people order at non-traditional mexican places. I asked for a “bahama mama” cause you know… I’m a mama in the Bahamas, but the server warned me it was sweet, very sweet, and so: I made another choice, of who knows what. After, we walked around Atlantis for a quick minute (Marykate and Ashley, anyone?!) and then headed back to the boat where I could catch an extra moment of relaxing in the sun before our return home. We cleaned up, ate dinner, wandered around, played about three minutes of slot machines, watched girls embarrass themselves by taking off clothing and brassieres on a stage, Laura went to bed, and I danced until my bedtime with a young stranger from Scotland.
not vegan friendly, but kind of amazing to see the locals pulling conch right out of the water to prepare the freshest, most local meal.
So the cruise was fun. There were things I liked and didn’t like, most things that bothered me this time, I didn’t even notice or care about the last time I was on a cruise. As I mentioned before, I know cruises aren’t the most eco-friendly thing… it gets under my skin a bit.. but obviously not enough to stop me from going on one. It’s hard for me to write about the things I don’t like, without sounding like I don’t appreciate being taken on a cruise… which sucks, because I am really, REALLY so incredibly grateful that Laura’s parents asked me to come along. They are amazingly kind people, I’ve felt that since the day I’ve met them, many years ago. I did feel uncomfortable with the amount of dishes brought to our table— more food than two (or even six people) could ever eat. We ate as much as we could, but whole plates would go untouched, and would be tossed directly into the dirty dish bins. I was frustrated. Yes, I guess you could say the server was trying to please us, but if he really cared to please us, he would have listened to what we asked for… because what I asked for was him to stop bring us food, but he brought more anyway. The one dish we did actually order, came out with cheese on it. He never once listened. I understand people want to be pleased, people like options, and things like buffets provide instant gratification, but sometimes excess is just excess. If I take away my upset uneasy feelings about our server, then I enjoyed the cruise. I loved getting away for a minute. I loved (and hated) being disconnected. I loved not having to worry about very much at all. And I especially loved knowing that no matter where I was sitting (or sleeping, standing, dancing) at the current moment, I was somewhere, just floating along in the middle of a gorgeous ocean underneath the brightest sun and bluest sky, appreciating this beautiful planet.
*On another note, Marlowe is just three months shy of turning two years old… and today, for the very first time, has called me mama. Not just once, but multiple times: pointed to me (or my car) and said “mama”. Excuse me while my heart melts.
see one: HERE
see two: HERE