We are at sea. And I am adrift. Held captive on the ship as we sail to our next destination, I face an empty day. From sun up to sundown I’ve nothing planned. With no internet to devour my time, this is true downtime.
After clouds and cooler temperatures, the day surprises us with sunshine and heat. It is a cruiser’s delight, drawing people out to the deck chairs by the droves. The swimming pools that previously resembled wave pools as they sloshed back and forth with the rocking ship, now fill with guests who create their own tubulence. I seek out my coolest clothing, which barely made it into my suitcase for this fall trip. The warmer it gets, the easier it is to slip into the cruising mindset.
There are plenty of activities on board ship, but most do not appeal. I’ve no great urge to lean napkin folding or casino gaming. However the beginning ballroom dance lesson calls to me. Perhaps it is the mystique of the championship dance team who entertained us in last night’s show. Rich is less enthusiastic. But he eventually agrees to join me and we are both pleasantly surprised how much fun it is. I’ve made note of the cha-cha lesson they will teach next.
It’s surprising how quickly time can pass when doing nothing. Before long I will have to rouse myself to dress for dinner, it being formal night. First I’ll lounge in the sun a little longer. Read more of my book. Doze. And watch the waves go by. While I’m at sea.