Can’t buy me love. Everybody tells me so. With all due respect to Lennon and McCartney the appetizers, priority departures on the tender and the chocolate covered strawberries are working. Last night we went to one of the fancier “up charge” restaurants onboard and they declined to charge us. I’m even being called Paul. Perhaps a new song lyric is in order. Now if only they could make the week last ten days…..
Our port of call is Nassau. Jan wanted to make the day a bit easier on all of us. The British Hilton offers ship’s passengers access to their hotel and facilities for a nominal fee, including their private beach and lunch. A fifteen minute walk from the ship, sitting under the palm trees in the sand was beautiful. Lunch was a classic “fail.” They lost the order.
Our port of call is Nassau. Jan wanted to make the day a bit easier on all of us. The British Hilton offers ship’s passengers access to their hotel and facilities for a nominal fee, including their private beach and lunch. A fifteen minute walk from the ship, sitting under the palm trees in the sand was beautiful. Lunch was a classic “fail.” They lost the order.
Today’s gift: An assortment of cheeses. Unfortunately, we begin a slow trek home tonight. It will be warm for the first twenty four hours but after that sitting out on our porch will be chilly. Soon the shorts will give way to jeans.
Here’s hoping for a good look at the Statue of Liberty on this pass. She’ll be on our side of the ship.
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