We have been at sea now for five days. I will spare you the details of boarding, but let’s just say it was just a little bit less traumatic than all four wheels falling off a moving car.
Speaking of wheels. The “new” slightly used smaller pieces of luggage we purchased “online” to be sure we were traveling with much, much less luggage must have been luggage that had been stored for 47 years before we purchased them.
You might ask, “Why do you say that?”
Well, here’s the scoop. (Side Note: I could blame this on Traveler #2, but in all honesty, I can’t. This was my idea, as we love High Sierra luggage. This had to be a freak thing....really....a freak thing.)
I swear, we hadn't been out of the transport bus for 2 ½ minutes, as we were pushing our way through the overzealous crowd boarding the ship when....Viola’....one wheel on both pieces of our luggage flew off and raced down the gangplank like they were escaped prisoners. So much for "new" luggage!
Let’s just say those pieces were headed overboard at some point on this journey. Be aware that to get the rest of our clothes and accouterments through this journey we may have to debark the ship looking like 600 lb. ogres, as we will be wearing everything we brought! But I hear this is a new trend to avoid paying luggage fees. See? We are just "hip" to the new trends.
Once on board, (a beautiful ship,) we had a wonderful time. We were dancing every Spanish dance invented! Salsa, Merengue, Bachata. Seriously, it was almost believable that weren't born in Spain....if we weren’t so lily-white. Even the sun didn’t want to touch us.
Whatever, everything was perfect!
Except for that little “issue” we had with an Irishman we met named Andrew. We were sitting around, minding our own business, when out of the blue, Andrew pulls up beside us and starts a conversation. He’s asking some pretty personal questions, mind you.
But Traveler #2 was quick. I’m talking sharp as a tack. (His medication had kicked in.)
Andrew asked, “So, how old are you?”
Traveler #2 says “Tell me how old you think I am.”
Andrew cocks his head one way and then the other and goes “69.”
Traveler #2 says, “Seriously?”
Andrew says, “Yeah., but if I didn’t like ya, I’d only give ya a year to live.”
We all laughed and laughed!
Then he asked me, “What did ya do when ya worked woman?”
Without even a smile, I said, “I was a Navy Sniper.”
There was complete silence. He said, “For real?”
Traveler #2 shakes his head yes.
Andrew continued asking questions about my “job.”
Did I really shoot people? Who did I shoot? Who paid me? Did I have a conscience about those I shot? Was I still at my job?
I gave him every answer with a straight face, sure by now, I was not even believable.
Andrew is as serious as a heart attack. And he was suddenly very concerned that he had ingratiated himself with a couple straight out of an assassin's movie.
His face begins to telegraph his worry. We can see he is not sure if he should stop asking questions and leave or hang around to find out more.
He decides on the former. I am sure he is afraid for his life. Just when I realize he is ready to run, he looks my way and asks once more, “Really?”
By now, Traveler #2 and I are almost wetting our pants, as this guy was so serious. Up until he got personal, he had been kidding us shamefully with his great sense of humor.
We give in.
“We were just pulling your leg,” Traveler #2 says.
Andrew turns a hundred shades of red. He is mad. I mean really mad.
Ten minutes later, I’m was in the hospital with Traveler #2. He should recover soon.
Andrew is in the brig. They said the police would be there to pick him up in Malaga.
We have 9 days to go. Won't pull THAT joke again.
Guess Andrew's sense of humor wasn't as good as we thought.
Pray for us.....
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