My body rests in a soft feathery bed as it gets carried up and dropped back down with every passing wave. The swaying motion of the ocean soothes any discomfort from my mind or body. I can for a second imagine that I am laying in my sailboat in some remote anchorage dreaming away. But we are not. Mila, Jax, my mom, Tommy, his mom, my sister, her boyfriend and Tommy’s daughter, her husband, two kids and I are being ferried around the Caribbean, along with the 480 other passengers in a luxury cruise. December 26, we left the port and as the boat rocked with the waves at night, it dawned upon Jax and I that we indeed were in very different type of boat, one that is not guided by “weather windows” and risk assessments, but by a firm, rain or shine, schedule. The first day was spent crossing the Atlantic and Caribbean waters and two nights later we had set anchor in Turks and Caicos – Puerto Rico followed, then St. Maarten, St. Barts, St. Kitts, The British Virgin Islands, Dominican Republic and the Bahamas. Although we stopped in every single one of the Islands I mentioned, we unfortunately were not able to explore the beauty of Grand Turk, St Barts or the Dominican Republic due to the combination of mildly rough water and the average age of our fellow passengers being just a bit too high to allow there safe transference to the tenders that would carry them to shore.
I never thought I would cruise these waters in a suite packed with two TVs, a king size bed and a bathroom that had separate shower and tub. The boat was equipped with unlimited hot water, food, running space, a pool, two jacuzzis, mini golf, three elevators, a casino and so much more. Yet when we docked next to other cruise ships, we looked like we could be one their tenders. I came to learn that there were boats that sailed next to us, that carried more than 6,000 people, rock climbing walls, carousel wheels and an every-night parade.
It would take a sailing vessel at least a month – maybe two – to do the journey we so promptly accomplished in 10 days. It is hard to say if I will ever again cruise these waters in such a boat, but what I can say is that it was a wonderful way to see so many places with a toddler – no need to carry our bags around, or research every hotel on every island, there were no customs forms to fill, nor island hopping flights to take and a very clean, comfy and cool room awaited us every night. It has also been a fantastic way to get to spend time with my family and let Mila get to know and love her cousins, Gaia and Oli.
On another note, the last 80 days are the official worst 80 days of my life. Far worse than I had ever spent when I was carrying tiny Mila inside. Now this baby has topped Mila’s terrible morning sickness, leaving my body in need of IV fluids, extra vitamins and a lot of emotional support. This is indeed my last pregnancy ever! Even if the later months are filled with joy and excitement, no more babies in my tummy – ever. I’m so glad we were only planning for two anyway!
And on a last note happy holidays people! Hope you all had a great time away from work and with family! Much love to all.