... the table of the royal suite below us ... |
Someone who watches might say Wyona is the one who is the driver in this endeavour.
On researching their history I believe her story.
... sliding door between my room and theirs ... |
... spacious quarters of 2 rooms ... |
.. the length of our balcony ... |
For my part, the ship I am on is the one I like the best.
Having the family balcony was a treat we couldn’t take full advantage of.
I learned balconies can only be used for more purposes than sunning on the deck or eating food that has been delivered to the door.
... looking at the balconies above ... |
We stood out there wrapped in our warm sweaters and coats, even wrapped in blankets from our beds.
Sometimes we were under umbrellas, ducking underneath to keep out of the drizzle.
I hung out on the balcony, watching for a beautiful sunrise or sunset.
... room service peanut satay ... |
From this cold balcony is where I studied the spy ships, watched the whales jump, marvelled at the sail-in’s and sail-out’s, and saw the changing colour of the water as clouds hovered and then disappeared.
It was a beautiful room and balcony. Just cold enough that we really only lived out there for two days.
ReplyDeleteWyona is making me laugh. Hard to know what "living out on the balcony" means. She might be referring to the wonderful two sunny days that I missed talking about. The sun was warm, the deck chairs were brought up close to the rail, there was food on the table and drinks on the side table -- enough for us, and for Greg when he would slip back in from somewhere else on the ship to see if we were as happy as he.
ReplyDeleteI didn't talk about those two days in my post. I couldn't believe that they had really happened so I left them out.
We spent part of that time in the sun plotting to see how we could get Moiya and David, or Janet and Glen to come with us next time.