I am home at last. At our actual, real house, not in our temporary “house” where we have been living for the past six weeks.
Here’s the temporary “home.”
Considering that we boarded the Norwegian Star on April 10 in Tampa, Florida, and debarked from her in Copenhagen, Denmark on May 17, and arrived here at home last night (May 21), well, I simply could not have done all the crap I’ve been accused of doing.
When you’re going to be absent from your home for six weeks, out of the country, you are out of your mind if you advertise that fact on social media. We are not out of our minds, so we didn’t.
We sailed for a week in the Caribbean, then two weeks transatlantic, stopping in Bermuda and the Azores. From Copenhagen, we sailed north to Norway for a week, and ultimately spent nine days in the Baltic Sea, visiting several different countries, including two days in Russia. Finally, we stayed for three days in Copenhagen, and then flew to Reykjavik, Iceland for an overnight and then home. Twelve countries, eighteen ports. Sightseeing and snorkeling. Hot weather, cold weather. Smooth sailing, and some rough seas.
It was our first vacation in ten years. I highly recommend cruising. It’s not nearly as expensive as you might think. Maybe start a GoFundMe?
My sincere thanks to “The Nefarious Please” for pinch-hitting so perfectly for me.
And my sincere apologies to those who contacted the blog for one reason or another and got silence. I had extremely limited internet access. The Star offers WiFi on board, but it is very poor quality and very expensive. We opted out and spent the money on wine instead.
The Norwegian Star has actual bathrooms, for those who are interested.
That is not, of course, my photo, but it never occurred to us to take a photograph of the bathroom.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have a lot of reading to do to get caught up with the Naugler Soap Opera.