Well, I just logged on to the Princess website dedicated to our Voyage Number and it informed me that there are only six days left until that Voyage commences.
This comes as no surprise to me as I have been logging onto this site for the past two years or so, and the “Countdown” has faithfully been decreasing, albeit the anticipation becomes substantially heightened when the number is “Six” instead of “Five Hundred Six”.
“Six’ is until the ship’s horn loudly proclaims to anyone on the quay,
“We’re outa here!”
“Adios, Hasta la vista, (Baby)!”
“Arrivederci!”
“Au revoir!”
“Hooroo!”
“Mae Alsalama!”
Our real number is 4.762.
Knowing full well the trials and tribulations that may befall the unwary prospective passenger that travels on the day of departure, we wisely decided to enter the Friendly Skies on the previous day.
Wiggle Room as it were…. and if this recent bout of Weather Anomalies has taught us anything, an extra day could still be cutting it close. But, even if flights were being jettisoned with reckless abandon because of nationwide issues, (read this past week) it only takes 17 hours and 47 minutes to drive from here in Texas to the Port of Fort Lauderdale. Two drivers, a case of Monster Energy Drinks and the determination of two highly motivated peeps should be enough to get us there come the proverbial, “Hell or High Water.”
Hopefully this scenario will not need to be the subject of a future post!
We have further elected to close up shop by end of day on Tuesday the 3rd and make our way to the airport on that night instead of the next morning. This is because we have moved the “Closing Ceremonies of the Winterization of the Motorhome” up a day mainly for the reason that the networks requested this, as our original timeline interfered with all of their Morning Show programing.
That, and its far easier to spend a full day closing everything up, ensuring that all the systems are correctly put to sleep, exit calmly, go out to dinner, and then drive to the airport and stay overnight, than wake up, still need to put it all to sleep, then drive to the airport and board our Escape Jet and wing it to Florida.
In the meantime, communiques from Princess have been pouring into my Inbox like ‘Letters to Santa’ a few days before Christmas. Some are just regular reminders pertaining to Pre-Embarkation details like Covid tests and the like, some are actual changes (good) to our Cruise. Back in the Excursion Phase you may recall that not every tour was available for a myriad of reasons and or, excuses(?) We found ourselves “Waitlisted” for several of these Excursions, but true to form, the illustrious Excursions Department at Princess has scrounged up, beaten into submission, or indeed, conjured up some type of folks willing to lead unsuspecting tourons (us) into the wilds of these exotic locales.
We may never be heard from again.
You all will be the first to know as these posts will suddenly disappear, only to be replaced with re-runs of Gilligan’s Island.
Here’s hoping that these travelogues don’t get so boring that you all find yourselves wishing for the latter!
We are now at 4.439 and counting…😊
6 replies on “Sittin’ on the dock of the bay…”
Bon Voyage Don and Paula!! Come back safe and with lots of stories!!
Will do!!!
Welcome aboard!
I can’t wait to “join” you on the trip! Happy Trails!!
You’re already “there”
See you in the Dining Room!
This is so exciting!! 🤗🤩
Dont get too excited until the Komodo Dragons are chasing us!