I feel a little older and more wiser as I am sitting here in the adult-only area of the ship drinking a glass of wine with my lovely wife. As a look over at her wind blown hair, I cannot help but think about Ferrah Faucet and her beautiful feathered hair. As we have some time now for reflection, I think I will give us a 9 out of 10 for our embarkation experience.
Lindsey decided to get only a few hours of sleep last night while I am on the back end of a upper respiratory infection and have been taking plenty of medicine to “help” me sleep well. We both got up and moving around 7am. Fortunately, we had all of the bags packed last night with the exception of our carry on gear. The plan was to be on the road at 9:30 AM but for some reason my traveling anxiety (I guess I am finally putting a name on it) was not going nuts and I really was not in a crazy rush to get g
I was thinking that we would run into some of the Lone Star Motorcycle Rally traffic on the way, but it really was smooth sailing all the way to the port. Once we arrived at the port, we found out where all of the bikers were hiding. Lindsey was told that they were going to be on the opposite side of the strand from the cruise terminal. Turns out that was a big fat lie! They were practically sitting on top of the terminal. This made first time cruisers like us have a heck of a time dealing with parking