Despite certain inevitable but unfortunate effects of the previous day’s margarita party and, indeed, a week of overeating, I managed to go running around the deck 4 track on Friday morning. Happily, the forward motion of the ship combined with the sketchy Wi-Fi meant that my fitness tracker again thought I ran like 6 miles in 15 minutes, which would be impressive on a good day.
I decided to splurge on fancy cappuccinos to bring back to Jason. Little did I know how fancy they could be.
Jason’s had a storm trooper image in the foam:
I got Minnie.
After a delightful breakfast al fresco of hash browns and egg sandwiches, we staked out a sunny spot on the upper deck overlooking the pools. As we were, sadly, heading north again, and it was super windy, I collected five towels and thoroughly covered myself up. Everyone else caught up with us eventually and Jason and Caleb went off to ride the Aqua Duck. That’s when I realized that the Wookiee robe that Jason left behind was much more effective as a wind break than five towels.
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When the Aqua Duck line got too long, Grandma and Grandpa took all the kids to go souvenir shopping, so Jason and I took advantage and popped in the adult area. Jason got a beer, but I opted for another fancy cappuccino. This time I got the Up guy:
We returned to our sunny spot and sipped serenely until the kids returned with the toy light sabers Grandma had bought them, which made it significantly less serene. I finished my drink and accompanied Liz and Caleb to the splash pad.
Then Caleb and I got in just a few holes of mini golf before a sudden downpour broke out.
We retreated to a sheltered spot where the kids beat each other with light sabers while we ate paninis and fries and then the younger kids went off to find Grandma and the older two agreed to go back to the shops for me to poke around. I bought a commemorative Christmas tree ornament.
Dinner was especially out of control this final night. I don’t know if they needed to jettison the supplies before docking or what, but we got all the food and all the dessert. Altogether we ended up with four lobster tails beyond what was ordered, plus extra lava cakes and everything.
That evening was the farewell dance party before the dreaded task of packing up.
Waking early with a lava-cake-induced stomachache, and having become smitten with fancy printed cappuccinos, I roamed the wet decks in the dark in search of coffee as the sky was just starting to lighten. We were already docked in Port Canaveral.
After struggling through the last-minute packing we made it to breakfast, where we made our regretful goodbyes to Jude and Eric, our beloved servers for the week, and lingered as long as we could before debarking into the mild Florida weather.
As we waited on the sunny sidewalk for the shuttle to take us back to Orlando, my first texts starting coming in, since I was now back in USA cellular networks.
The HVAC is not working in the children’s wing. The preschool classrooms will not have heat. Should we cancel Sunday school?
There’s also overnight snow and freezing temperatures to consider.
I think the overnight snow is supposed to be Sunday night into Monday. Tonight is in the upper 20s.
No, snow is definitely tonight. Temps of 20s overnight.
Well, welcome home to you too.
This followed by a pat-down at airport security for no discernible reason, a sit-down lunch with very disappointing service after Jude and Eric’s attentiveness, and a Starbucks coffee with no Disney characters printed on the foam.
Alas for post-vacation reentry.
However, it is actually nice to eat like a sane person again, and to resume my routine of quiet and stationary scenery out the window.
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