Princess Cays - water wings

We woke up bright and early after a good nights sleep. A peek out the window showed the island of Eleuthra gliding by in the distance. We weren't scheduled to anchor for an hour and a half which left lots of time for Carm to run on the track, showers and a delicious breakfast where we met some people from Michigan. Vicky and Dave were our age (unlike the majority of other sailors - there are more wheelchairs and walkers than you can shake a stick at!), and we had a delightful conversation.

Back in our room we got into our bathers and prepared for a morning on the beach. This was our first beach experience in the Caribbean and it won't be our last. The tender took us over to Princess Cays (pronounced Keys), a private resort. We found a few lounge chairs in the shade of a tall palm tree and settled down to get hot. It wasn't long before the blue waters tempted us to wade into the warm water. Oh bliss.

Thoughts of home vanished for a while as we bobbed in the gentle waves. The water was so clear that we could see there were no sharks nearby so we bobbed a while longer. We didn't see any fish though. Perhaps if we had snorkeled a little farther out from shore.

Rinse and repeat. More lounging and people watching (we both feel tiny), and then another swim. More lounging, a pina colada for Jo Ellen, and we were ready to come back on the ship.

I kick myself that I didn't fork out for a water camera. It would have been so fun to get photos of the ship from the beach, and us splashing in the water. I would have loved to capture the blue waters - it was an impossible shade of blue.

Apres Happy hour:

We are back in our room for 1/2 an hour - just enough time to write a few words and then get changed into dress-up clothes. Not fancy, fancy, dress up (that will be tomorrow), but black jeans and a fancy top. Carm will wear dress pants, a nice golf shirt and horror of horrors: shoes and socks.

We met Lana and Peter at Crooners for happy hour, (Jo Ellen and Don - we missed you). The wait staff have changed since our Med cruise but have been replaced with equally friendly workers. Our server was a charming Grace.

We met Lana and Peter at the dining room for another blue hair special. The food was fantastic and the company pleasant. After supper we hung around in the piazza until it was time to find seats for the show.

Tonight it was a cheezie old time singer/entertainer. Mark Preston's specialty was old classics, like the ones Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra would sing. The person in the seat next to me (not Carm), clapped like crazy and was soon singing along... wait. what? is that my voice too? Well, yes it was. I love nothing better than a bit of cheese and in all honesty this guy was pretty good.

Now it's time for bed. I'm beat and am sure to fall asleep quickly tonight.