I have to share my first-ever-cruise adventure with you. To
celebrate my son-in-law, Todd’s, 50th birthday, ten of us family members
decided to go on a 5-day Carnival Cruise. I’ve never been on cruise before,
have a fear of deep waters, but was excited to go.
We dove to Los Angeles, CA to board the ship on a Monday
afternoon. The hype of the revelers already aboard was palpable. We put our
luggage in our rooms and journeyed to an area by the pool to load up plates
from a buffet. Food served around the clock that I didn’t have to prepare or
clean up after sounded like heaven to me. Yum!
The buffets were nothing compared to the evening dining
where our choices were mouth-watering and the service fit for royalty. Lobster
and prime rib, two of my favorites – no problem!
We’re Christians, and there was still plenty of
entertainment that didn’t call for ribaldry or drinking alcohol. It promised to
be a fun five days. My husband, Jeff, even won a trophy for the most correct
answer in a trivia contest for 60’s, 70’s, 80’s music. Yay, Jeff!
Tuesday we docked at Catalina Island. We disembarked, and
rented golf carts to tour the island. Not overly exciting, but still fun.
Wednesday we would disembark in Ensenada, Mexico. We planned to walk around the
city and shop, maybe grab lunch.
Since we, I, did nothing but eat, eat, eat, I was looking
forward to all the walking to burn off some calories. Despite all the offers
from locals, “One dollar each. Take you to the ship,” I insisted we walk. Bad choice!
I ended up face first on an asphalt street in Ensenada. A
gash on my forehead spilled blood down my face and soaked my blouse. I refused
to be taken to the hospital in Mexico, insisting, “Get me back to the ship!”
I received three stitches, a bruised and battered face,
bruised and swollen knee, bruised and scraped elbow and shoulder as a result of
my refusal to catch “a dollar ride” back to the ship.
There’s definitely a story here, don’t you think? Give me
some time and I’ll write it.
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