I’m sharing photos and stories from our recent cruise vacation by working my way through the alphabet. Due to the excessive amount of photos, I’m breaking each post down into a few letters at a time. Picking up where we left off…
F is for Flowrider—which is kind of like a mechanical bull but with fast-moving water and tiny surf boards. You will fall (a lot). You will try to stay upright (to keep all your teeth). You will look like a total fool. (And you may even lose your top … but you won’t hear about that until the letter X.) Don’t believe me? Here are some pictures that Mr. Jenners took of my surfing attempt. (Keep in mind that this entire sequence of photos was taken over 4.5 seconds.)
G is for Going To Kid’s Club … NOT. One of the benefits of going on a cruise is that they have a kid’s club so that parents can get some adult time to themselves. We were CONVINCED that BB would have tons of fun and go at least 2 hours a day so Mr. Jenners and I could play in the casino or have some alone time. Mr. Jenners even went so far as to offer to pay BB $5 for every hour he was in the kid’s club. With visions of $100 dancing in his head, we dropped him off the first day—positive that this was the start of a beautiful thing. (Cue sound of brakes squealing.) When we went to pick him up, he informed us (in very well-reasoned and cogent argument) that the kid’s club was NOT FUN, too repetitive, filled with kids that didn’t listen and ruined stuff for everyone, didn’t have enough Wii remotes, was boring, and didn’t give out promised prizes to kids who clearly earned them (that would be BB, in his opinion). In the end, he only went to the kid’s club twice. Bleh.
No photos of the kid’s club because apparently nothing fun happens there
H is for Hot Tubs, which are scattered all over the ship and were critical in helping to ease sore muscles caused by multiple spills on the Flowrider (see F).
I is for Iguanas—big, disgusting, scary iguanas that were LOOSE and running all over the port area at St. Thomas. At first, we just saw one and Mr. Jenners told me it was some guy’s pet. Then I saw another one on a rock … and then another … and another … and I completely freaked out and started running. People laughed at me and said “Apparently you don’t live in Florida.” To which I said “Nope. New Jersey. And we don’t have mutant gigantic lizards running loose in New Jersey!” (At least not in South Jersey … it might be different up north.)
J is for Jewelry. Nothing really exciting about this other than I bought a knock-off Pandora bracelet on the ship for $25. It is very very sparkly and pretty and I love it and I annoyed everyone by constantly looking at it glitter in the light.
Tune in next time for letters K through P (the boring middle section of the series).