On our way |
We took a
cab to the port at about 12:45 p.m. I have rarely seen so much traffic in one
spot. Looked like MSP over a holiday weekend. Our cab driver let us off at the
wrong dock, but an observant porter noticed the error and back we got in the
cab. The line at NCL was very long but we got through the line quickly and were
soon in our cabin, not permanently but we were given enough time to drop off
our electronics.
Miami Beach |
The walk
back to our stateroom was not more than a few hundred yards but it seemed
interminable. Our suitcases finally arrived, and we began the unpacking task –
really too much for my feeble mind to handle at that point. Of course, we both
brought far too much stuff and I complained bitterly about my “rag collection”,
wondering why I’d even bothered to bring so much, when my usual uniform is a
black shirt and black shorts. I even brought not one, but two black dresses. Bob, by the way, is not better than I, but
worse. He actually leaves most of his own crap in his suitcase, never to be either worn or even seen.
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