Today I sort of begin at the end of our first day arriving at, boarding and gawking our way through the Queen Victoria at Port Everglades in Fort Lauderdale.
But first, I pose this question to you, not that I expect an answer-is it excessive to take fifteen pairs of shoes aboard a ship for an eleven day adventure? Gaz thinks yes, but I would not be stopped and hopped aboard WITH fifteen to his four. Yes, those are the shoes placed haphazardly in our stateroom. Getting all my junk into luggage, a vehicle and onto a ship makes for excellent fun and blogging material. Thanking all my angels for the patient and tolerant...Gaz.
Therefore, I think this snap of him in the late evening, Commodore Lounge, on our first night at sea, about to sip a lovely libation is appropriate. See, when I said I HOPPED aboard, that was a stretch. A BIG one. Our bags were many and HEAVY. I admit I did NOT carry this much crap when we grooved on the Queen Mary II, crossing the rugged North Atlantic from New York to London.
Earlier in the afternoon, undaunted with any form of guilt for my excessive shoe and clothing behavior, I relax on our terrace and peruse the ships log for the peasants aboard. What do do? Where to dine? What to eat? Gamble in the casino? High tea in the Queens Room? Shopping in the snazzy on board shops? Too much, too much, but I have shoes for any occasion!
Bless him, Gaz, finding comfort in the Grand Lobby, doesn't judge me too harshly about this shoe obsession. He is a great traveling-mate and we balance it somehow. Besides, does absolutely no good to try and change me and he accepts my ridiculous habit. Humor helps and we laugh-a lot! Better than being a grouch, right?
After the mob-scene, shown below, at the Port Everglades terminal, this scene is much more like it. Our stateroom was lovely and adorned with fabulous goodies!! All this fabulousness called for another shoe change. Me, not Gaz.
On board and exploring. Cunard/White Star, I love you!!
Although I can not be certain, I am just going to go ahead and assume that Gaz and our driver, Bob, are discussing/cursing my luggage situation. Yep, that sounds logical, but I dismiss with a click of my stylish espadrilles as I am headed for the Queen V!!
So, here we are,at the beginning of our journey with the luggage pieces wrestled into the elevator of our building. I think Gaz wants to murder me and we haven't even departed the premises where we live!!
Kids, stay with me for more Gaz, new friends and shenanigans sailing on the Queen Victoria...Fort Lauderdale to Panama and home again!!
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