Tuesday -- Sea
Jul. 25th, 2011 12:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tafeanornSo . . . it’s been a few days since I last blogged and time to catch up. Except that I don’t really have time to do too much, because we’re in the process of docking at Stavanger, which is home to the not-so-world-famous Iron Age Farm, which, after the experiences of the last two weeks, will probably be a disappointment, at least to level I had built it up to be before we left the United States. But we will see, I’m still going and it’ll still be fun, and I will bust my butt to get it posted tomorrow.
But I’m actually supposed to be talking about Tuesday, which was a day at sea. We slept in, which means getting up at 8:00 instead of 7:00, though Becca did not wake up until much later. We breakfasted and then hit the spa for a nice morning relaxation.
At lunchtime they had an ice-carving exhibition on the pool deck and barbecued salmon and halibut. Becca finally crawled out of bed and joined us there and then immediately wandered off again to do teen stuff.
Chris and I both went to a presentation about Viking history that was surprisingly well-attended, but the lecture itself was weak historically and even more poorly presented. But the powerpoint presentation worked, with no problems setting it up or keeping it going, which may be the first time I’ve ever actually seen that happen.
Chris and I split up, she going to a presentation and low-key sales pitch on amber, while I went to my second mixology class with Dr. Love. We made dacqueris, margaritas and south Seas navigations. Plus then, he talked about dry martinis and dry manhattans, and so we all had to sample those. He told more off-color jokes and did some magic tricks. The small group of us had a great time.
The old people then took a nap, squeezed in a game of Settlers and went to the formal night dinner (although we dressed down for it). More nice, pleasant talking. We’re going to have to find a way, once we’re back in the real world, to find time to dine and get some couples-only time. That may be a challenge, but it’s something I’d really like to figure out how to do.
Becca was busy playing video games and we weren’t tired yet, so we went up to the Crow’s Nest and hung out. Chris blogged, which I should have done too, but instead I read, because I’d hit that “unable to put it down” point in my book. We stayed until Midnight, and since the sun was still out, we both thought it was a lot earlier.
But I’m actually supposed to be talking about Tuesday, which was a day at sea. We slept in, which means getting up at 8:00 instead of 7:00, though Becca did not wake up until much later. We breakfasted and then hit the spa for a nice morning relaxation.
At lunchtime they had an ice-carving exhibition on the pool deck and barbecued salmon and halibut. Becca finally crawled out of bed and joined us there and then immediately wandered off again to do teen stuff.
Chris and I both went to a presentation about Viking history that was surprisingly well-attended, but the lecture itself was weak historically and even more poorly presented. But the powerpoint presentation worked, with no problems setting it up or keeping it going, which may be the first time I’ve ever actually seen that happen.
Chris and I split up, she going to a presentation and low-key sales pitch on amber, while I went to my second mixology class with Dr. Love. We made dacqueris, margaritas and south Seas navigations. Plus then, he talked about dry martinis and dry manhattans, and so we all had to sample those. He told more off-color jokes and did some magic tricks. The small group of us had a great time.
The old people then took a nap, squeezed in a game of Settlers and went to the formal night dinner (although we dressed down for it). More nice, pleasant talking. We’re going to have to find a way, once we’re back in the real world, to find time to dine and get some couples-only time. That may be a challenge, but it’s something I’d really like to figure out how to do.
Becca was busy playing video games and we weren’t tired yet, so we went up to the Crow’s Nest and hung out. Chris blogged, which I should have done too, but instead I read, because I’d hit that “unable to put it down” point in my book. We stayed until Midnight, and since the sun was still out, we both thought it was a lot earlier.
