Sunday, December 18th, Day 7 - Part 2 (and an Interlude)

 Coming back from Bratislava, we were on a mission to get to Vienna from here.  The boat took off and we were underway.  The rest of Sunday was what I would view as a "Sea Day" on an Ocean Cruise.  This meant that there were several additional activities happening on board.

The photo above is a snapshot of the Captain's Table restaurant. Here is where every evening a group of select individuals (eventually, everyone on board has an opportunity to dine here) is presented with a seven course meal with the Captain.  This afternoon, however, it becomes home to Andy's Annual Gingerbread Party!! (Ok, it wasn't called that, but since I didn't get to have my annual party at home...)


As you can tell, Bill is EXCITED to participate in the Gingerbread decorating.  We were seated with another individual (Debbie, I believe her name is) who is a travel agent for single women.  (Wink wink, nudge nudge Mom!)  At any rate - we chatted a bit with her, and decorated to our hearts desire.  Except Bill, who wanted tweezers because he couldn't get the detail he wanted.


Mom, who is an old pro at decorating, didn't even delay in getting started.  Since she used to pipe cakes and make elaborate birthday things for us back in the day, I'm pretty sure she had an unfair advantage.


As the party wound down, we looked around and noticed that we were the only table still seated, let alone decorating. Apparently we took our party too seriously, and everyone else had just come for the free gingerbread. 

Unfortunately, I don't know how to rotate photos on Blogger.  So, please turn your monitor sideways, or tilt your head, whichever is easier.  The final results are in: I clearly won the competition with my alien eye tree.

The rest of the day was pretty quiet, as we were "at water" and not at a pier.  Tonight's dinner consisted of pork loin, which was delicious, and bread pudding, which had raisins, so was disgusting.  Raisins don't belong in food.  Ever.

Interlude

I don't recall where I left off on my interlude, so a couple updates and thoughts:

Sweatshirts and Packing

We all know Bill is an over prepper.  As you will recall, when arriving in London he lost his sweatshirt as it was apparently eaten by the plane.  I looked, he looked, and we couldn't find it anywhere.  We wrote it off as lost, stolen, or eaten by United.  Bummer, but...it is what it is.  It could be like Japan, where Bill inadvertently left his passport in the bathroom stall in the airport....so we weren't terribly upset about a sweatshirt.    Fast forward to packing up the aparthotel, and Bill was reorganizing his stuff.  As he unpacked his carry-on, he pulls out his sweatshirt!!  If only I had my camera up and ready to go!

Full disclosure, I started this post a couple days ago, and it i snow 5:00 AM and I haven't had coffee.  I don't recall what my other thoughts and interludes were.  Whoops!


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