Another LAZY day!
Trip Start Oct 26, 2009
23Trip End Nov 15, 2009
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November 8, 2009
"Wake up Honey" Michael said, trying to rouse me from bed.
“But it's only 8:00!” I groused back.
“Honey, it’s 'Walk for the Cure’ this morning and I think you should go with me” he responded. Indeed, it was ‘Walk for the Cure’ this morning, and I should go, but I was a bit hung over and wanted to stay in bed. “Ok, I’m going to go get breakfast” he said as he left. I rolled over and was quickly back asleep.
Lights? Why are the lights on?
“Honey, get up, you are going with me. I don’t want to walk alone.” Michael prodded. I sighed, rubbed my eyes and straggled out of bed. It was going to be a LONG day!
But once I had my travel mug o’ joe, and we were walking around the Promenade 12 ½ times, I felt pretty good! And it is for such a good cause. Be sure to check out this video.
HAL raised over 100,000$ for the Susan B Kohman Foundation Cancer research last year, (1,920$ on this cruise alone) and there was quite a turnout this morning!
I love sea days. They are so relaxing, or so full of events and things to do. Your choice, do as little or as much as you desire. My desires usually run to being lazy, although I did go walking with Michael. Today was especially nice because tonight we docked at Fuerte Amador, the entrance to the Panama Canal.
Earlier in the day I once again sunned myself, my ultimate goal being the undying envy of everyone back home and at work (and to catch up on the sleep I missed by getting gup early). Michael says its skin cancer, but I am using a sun screen, and being pretty careful. I do seem to have a line around my neck though, and I could not figure it out until I put on a tank top this morning, and the mystery line matched that of the neckline of the tank top. So much for the mystery,(Michael couldn’t even see a line).
Time in the sun, reading and enjoying the coast as we approach Panama is a dream come true. It does not get better than that. The ship had a bar-b-que on the lido pool deck beginning around 4. We are set to dock at Fuerte Amador at 6pm, and the tenders into shore should begin shortly afterwards. Most will be going ashore for tours and to explore, so they are throwing a party ahead so passengers can eat if they want. It was most delicious. Michael discussed what we wanted to do, thinking we would go to the Ba’Hai temple, one of the few in the world. But by the time we decided on just what we were doing, he realized it was going to be dark and we wouldn’t be able to see anything.
Panama City was a total surprise. A line of beautiful high-rise building make up its skyline. It looks so modern, so exciting. Too bad it was night.
It took the ship awhile to get things organized. Apparently the harbor waves were making it difficult, and unsafe, for passengers to be transferred form the ship to the tender. That delayed things a while. Michael and I waited, putzing online and making a plan of what were going to do the next day. We figured by 7 or so they would be calling “open tender”, so there would be no line or waiting. At 7:30 we went down to the Rembrandt Theater, where everyone waits for tender calls once you get a number. Dani, cute adorable Dani was there. I asked how long the wait was, and she said they’d not even called the last of the tours yet, and she guessed 30 to 45 minutes. As I stood there a woman walked up and returned her tender tickets, saying her party was going to remain aboard. Dani smiled at me, said thank you to the woman and handed me two of her tickets.
“Twenty minute wait, max” she said to me. We thanked her, asked her if there was anything we could bring her. She paused, though hard, hesitated and then asked us if we wouldn’t mind, she was craving an Antonio’s pizza, Pepperoni and mushroom. Sure we said, if they were still open.
The ride in the tender ashore was a lot less turbulent than we were led to believe. And fast. Someone had said it was a 30-40 minute ride, but ended up being only 15 at the most. We wandered around, dodging the cab drivers pestering us to be taken into the city, and ended up in a few of the proverbial gift shops since there was little else to do. Michael called his father Bob, beginning the convincing that they should do this trip with us next year.
Antonio’s smelled heavenly. We ordered Dani’s pizza, and sat with cocktails enjoying the only other repast ashore on the causeway, drinking! It was beautiful, though our time ashore was short. Once back on the ship we went up to the party at the Lido Pool and found Dani, who was ecstatic about the pizza. She thanked us profusely, then quickly disappeared with her treasure. It still makes me laugh to remember her expression and happiness over a pizza!