Crossing

 

Hello from the North Atlantic where we will soon pass (south of us actually) the final resting place of the Titanic! I will keep this sort of brief today, because I am worried that the QM2 blogs will repeat themselves. But it is the first time we are back in three years, so some things have changed. The big news is that we some how landed what is likely the best suite on board. It is a long story, but Thomas found it at a discounted rate on some German travel agents website. We could throw a cocktail party for 50 in it...and if we had that many friends on board, you know I would. We have more televisions than we do at home, and a private elevator into our room. It is not just any elevator however, but our beloved glass elevator - the one that alert bloggers will recognize from old posts. Our status has reached people are gossiping about you status because we are under 70 and are positioned at the very front of the ship at the end of a mysterious little hallway. Of course, a table of Texans couldn't take it and had to introduce themselves to us, with the drunken words "YOU ARE THE ONLY ATTRACTIVE POEPLE ON THE SHIP" and then because they travel often and are not used to being in not the best suite, wanted to know just who the Fuck we were. The single man who is their friend and travels everywhere with them is particularly salty because he is always in the presidential suite and is having a hard time with his reduced status. If we are thrown overboard, tell the police about him. 

The view from our room is just insane..which is kind of the bad news, because we don't need to leave. Also maybe bad news is the manicurist from Jamaica told me about the very last trip which was "so bad geril. She be terrible" (direct quote.) By 'bad' she means four days of hellish seas and her having to stuff ginger in her mouth to keep from barfing. I asked her if the front of the ship was really worse, and since she works in the spa which is in the bow, she laughed. YES! GIRL!! 

So I decided to take action and introduced myself to the acupuncturist on board who told me if a storm came, to call her before it got bad. If I was already throwing up, there wasn't much she could do. Thomas keeps reminding me that I don't get seasick, but we are literally in the most forward cabin and it is December. Kind of hoping it will get bad, just for the blog. 

So far it is just rather cold, so we don't step for as long...the food isn't the best I have ever had, and the staff seems somewhat shrunken. I think this is all the covid hangover. Speaking of which, there is almost no talk of it here. Very few people wear masks, we are stuffed in together, and oh well. 

Handsome Osman is still here and just as funny as ever. I think he is making us pasta by the table...and the man can cook. 

The theme of the trip is a literary one, so all the lectures are a talk with an author or book signing. The Brits are champion readers and we see all kinds of strange apparitions of people reading actual books. Adorable. 

Ok will post photos asap. 

Over and out.