If its Friday we must be...somewhere in the Adriatic

Cruising is such an interesting experience. Last night was our final formal night and three of us got all dressed up in our finery, went to a cocktail party and then a show, and then the late dinner seating. (Lesley was sick in bed with a cold.)

During our sea day yesterday we had experienced some sort of engine trouble and the ship was actually stopped for a while. I was not aware of this because I was having a hot stone treatment in the spa so did not even notice that the ship was particularly quiet or still.

Then during the show the ship seemed to start rocking a bit more than it had been. During dinner they announced that the ship had lost one of its engines, or thrusters or something so that instead of 24 knots we were only going about 15 knots and thus would not have time to get to Split on time on Friday and still make it to Venice on Saturday. SO... We have an entire day to obsess over packing and weather in Venice and other such information while we sail up the Adriatic Sea toward Venice. Just sea as far as the eye can see (unaided by binoculars). (Not "ocean" as we ignorant Californians tend to call these large bodies of water.)

Or to go on to the internet and think of you.

We are all getting ready to reenter the real world, first on land in Venice (that can't be called the real world, yet). Then getting home. We were talking about what we would be doing next time this week - cooking, cleaning house, blogging.

Home soon. Later