Cognac, Turkey, and Tuscan Dinners

 We had another sea day, which we were thrilled about, and decided to go back to the brunch in the dining room because it was so delicious, but as we were reading the little newspaper for the ship before we went, we realized that there was going to be a cognac tasting at noon and that sounded different and interesting so we thought why not! we’ll go in there after we have breakfast. We went and hilariously, it ended up being just the two of us and this very lovely young man from Brazil named Yuri. We had texted Rich and Ginny to see if they wanted to come and before long Ginny came walking in so then it was the three of us . I asked Yuri where he was from in Brazil and he said São Paulo and I said I have been. He asked me if I liked it and I said I absolutely loved it and I bet that when I was there he wasn’t born yet so he said well when were you there? I said I was there in 1993 and 1994 and he said I was born in 94 and I said amazing — I was in São Paulo present for your birth in 1994 !!! and now here we are today tasting cognac together in the Mediterranean! What a life!

I’m trying to do some more laundry and this is quite the event as I said the other day. So all day on our sea day, I kept getting all of my laundry and walking all the way down the hall only to find all the washers full. So finally, I went down a floor and then another floor and then I went up a floor and then I went all the way up to 17 because those people up there get free laundry but even there the washing machine was full so I gave up came back to the room hand washed two sweaters, all of jason’s socks and all of our underwear and we got all of that hanging up in our shower. I will tell you I’m writing this three days later and my sweaters are still wet, which is a shame because today it is chilly and exceedingly windy and I do not have a sweater to wear.

That said, the morning before we went ashore in Kusadasi, I was able to get a washing machine. So we were able to catch up on all of the laundry, and when I put it in the dryer, I threw all the rest of our underwear and socks in there to finally get dry. Unfortunately, my sweaters can’t go in the dryer so they are still hanging up. Moments like this are frustrating, but it does make you appreciate how easy it is to simply clean your clothes when you’re at home. Also, I met a lady in the laundry room who was waiting for my washer who lives in Gilroy, California, which is just two hours up the road from us on the 101. Small world.

Anyway… We went back to Kusadasi, where in 2022 we last toured Ephesus and enjoyed all of the history and oddly saw 18 million cats, but this time we just wandered into town, looked around, ate some amazing seafood— definitely the best octopus I’ve ever had in my life, drank a great bottle of local white and enjoyed a lazy day in the port.

We had a five course wine pairing dinner that Rich and Ginny went to with us that night. The sommeliers were back in action though sometimes in those  things even though they use a microphone, it’s hard to hear so I’m not entirely sure what all we drank, but I did like it. The food was mostly good, although there was a little bit of a strange first course. It was beautiful looking but a little bit odd. But, for my main course, I selected the fish and it was hands-down the best fish I’ve ever had in my entire life— truly unbelievable.

After that, we wandered around and went back to try to hear a little more live music. This is something we always like doing, but the ship is so crowded. It’s just a little bit unfortunate. We also were trying to find the lovely lady that had served us a drink earlier when we had run out of small bills and we weren’t able to tip her. Most people on the ship do not tip. They certainly don’t tip for every drink or service. But we try to even if it’s just a dollar or so we know it really makes a difference to the workers and the huge big smiles they get are rewarding for us, too. A couple cruises ago during the Covid times when the crew was constantly scrubbing and sanitizing every surface, Jason started tipping those workers who were definitely not used to getting a tip and holy cow!! Their whole face would light up when he would walk up and say thanks for the hard work you’re doing and give them a tip. So we’re still doing that. We saw a guy on his hands and his knees with a toothbrush, scrubbing the baseboards, and Jason gave him a tip. And then we saw a lady down on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floors, same thing. We’re thankful that we’re able to do so and we’re having a nicer vacation because of the work that they do.

Sea Days, Crete, and Broken Bottles of Red

 We were up for our first sea day and if you know us you know that we were thrilled. We had a slow morning going and then ventured into our dining room for brunch. While there, Ginny texted that she got us seats at the wine tasting which was about to start so we hustled right over there. We were wanting to meet the sommeliers, so this was a good chance as they’d all be there. 

The tasting was pretty good and we did indeed meet all 5 Somms on board and figure out where they are all stationed in the evenings. We have been sad about the wine list on this ship. Not only if there no wine bar- we miss you, Vines!, but the selection is pretty lacking especially by the glass. Usually you find different wines in different bars around the ship, but this is pretty standardized. That’s a bummer, too. I mean, we’re not letting it get us down…I’m just noting it.

From there, we cruised on into the art auction to meet the art team. This cruise is not too into actually bidding it seems. Pretty dead crowd. There isn’t a nice space for the auctions- it’s in the back of a restaurant so the lighting isn’t great and sometimes the art is directly behind a post and you can’t see it🤣

We took naps and then headed back out to listen to a little music and have a glass of wine before dinner. Easy and chill day- minus the seas, which were not chill! We were rocking and rolling for most of the day but thankfully, I didn’t get sea sick! Woot! 

The next morning, we had an excursion with the whole Malbec crew in Crete. Unfortunately, Jerry hasn’t been getting around too well and this trip said no mobility devices so he and Sue had to cancel. The rest of us went to a working farm where they make olive oil, wine, and honey. It was a lovely spot and we had a snack of fresh veggies and bread and olive oil. We got to try their local appertif, which was strong!  We met an awesome family- an aunt and her niece and nephew- who sat across from us at the table. We enjoyed talking to them. The olive oil was fresh and delicious!

From there, we traveled into town and went to a beautiful restaurant for a wine tasting. The sommelier talked us through 5 wines, which we really enjoyed. We grabbed the two whites to bring back onto the ship to share with Sue and Jerry since they missed it. We had a little time in town and it was so cute- tons of little shops and open air cafes. As always, I wished we had more time to visit them all. Diana had a frozen (Greek) yogurt and said it was delicious!

When we got back on the ship, we popped over to the Buffett and grabbed a sandwich to share. We realized we hadn’t eaten much! There is a small but stocked area of grab and go sandwiches and salads. Such a nice to have thing. 

The Malbec crew all ended up in the private sun deck for sanctuary guests. There is a lovely wall of ivy with a bell. When you ring it, a small door opens and a white gloved hand appears with a glass of champagne! 🍾 everyone else was ready for dinner early, but our snack was messing us up! We decided to go anyway to be with the crew. We had a special surprise up our sleeves so this seemed like the right time. 

Now you probably know that when we travel, we always bring a wine suitcase. It works really well and we’ve never had any trouble. This time we brought 12 bottles and when Jason went to open the suitcase to unpack it, we very quickly realized there was some broken glass. A very large scene then unfolded while we tried to get the suitcase out onto the patio, carefully pick up all the glass shards and pieces, wash all the non-broken bottles and get them put away, and figure out where the heck did all the wine go from the bottle that broke??? Also, why did it break? It’s never happened before. We realize that that one side of the suitcase wasn’t fully strapped down. Now the suitcase has already been through a lot on this trip as you know. It’s been loaded on and off of a gazillion planes it’s been in several countries. There’s a whole lot of opportunity for somebody who have opened it and then not properly re-secured it. The bummer is we don’t know who so there’s really no one to ask for reimbursement from. I also feel bad for whatever took the brunt of a full bottle of red wine leaking onto it. Cause the wine wasn’t still in the suitcase.

That said most of the rest of the bottles were fine. There was one however, that was cracked around the cork, and it looked like the cork itself was holding the whole thing together. So when we met the sommeliers earlier, Jason asked one of them if we brought this in if they would be able to help us pull the cork out and filter the wine in such a way that we could guarantee that nobody would be drinking glass shards. They said bring and we’ll try it. 

So, we showed up at dinner with this precarious bottle of wine and we found Stefan the sommelier and sure enough he was able to uncork it and get it filtered. We, of course, gave him a small glass to try and he loved it and we knew from that moment on we would be best friends.🙌🤣🍷 welcome to Nicora, Stefan!

4 years later…Sorrento, Again! (And, Pompeii)

Now this is the morning I’ve been waiting for… So excited to return to Sorrento after four years. When we were last here, it was the spring of 2022. Covid was still very much alive and, in fact, we were on the first cruise ship to cross the Atlantic and things were just starting to open back up. We loved our time in Sorrento, even though most things — little shops and cafés — were not yet open again, but the little town was just an absolute delight and we remember thinking we have to come back here. Today’s the day.

When you have an excursion on a cruise ship, you always have a meeting place to get to by a certain time in the morning. We have to be at a dining room at 8 AM to wait for our bus to be called. We made our way down there with no problems in just a few minutes later our number was called. We headed out to the bus got on board and started on our way with the most spectacular guide a young man named Aldo.

We spent the morning in Sorrento exactly the way we had been envisioning. We retraced some of our walking steps and found the cute little British pub where we had a cappuccino. We did not have a cappuccino today but we stopped for this selfie.

Then, we meandered the lovely little alleys ways of shops and restaurants until we found our favorite Limoncello shop. We told the owner about our visit 4 years ago and he was thrilled for the repeat visit - like any small business owner would be. We bought a few bottles. 

Then, we marched along remembering the route from the recesses of our minds until we found the little Italian bottle shop we also visited last time. A sweet man came to greet us- but he was significantly younger than the kind man we worked with last time. Jason said, “Last time we were here…there was another gentleman…?” The nice man said, “Ah, yes, that’s my father. He’s still with us but he works less!” Wonderful!

We had a delightful conversation and then he helped us sort out a case of wine to ship home. What a stinkin’ delight. Another dream coming true. 

From there, we headed back to the main intersection in town and grabbed a great table in the cafe to people watch, drink wine, and greet all the dogs walking by. Our absolutely favorite thing about European culture is the cafe scene. Outdoors. People linger. No rush. Sit for hours and hours, if you want. So relaxing and easy.

As we sat there, we saw tons of cruise people and eventually, Rich and Ginny. When Ginny came up, she said, “Can i have a sip of your water? I’m so thirsty!” As I was saying yes, of course, she said, “I mean, take precaution, you know I have the clap.” And we all died laughing but then she quickly had to backpedal because the people at the table behind us heard that so she said,  “Just kidding! I don’t have the clap for real!!””

We enjoyed a terrific margarita pizza in the place where it was invented (Napoli!) and a shareable Caesar salad. 

Such a simple dream - but a dream nonetheless. I still hope we can return and spend a few nights there locally. Visit every shop and eat a bite or have a drink at every restaurant. The whole town is an absolute joy. 

By then, it was time to find the bus again and head to Pompeii. Last time we were here, we went to a winery and olive orchard just on the side of Mount Vesuvius - but we did not go to Pompeii. We had a terrific walking tour around something  like only 2% of the place. Apparently, most of it is still undiscovered underground. Aldo said they know this and are ok with it- leaving some discovery for future generations. Also, expecting at some point that another explosion will occur and further bury things.Amazing to hear things talked about in this way - delayed gratification and being ok with leaving some things untouched. So not the way we’d do it. And, so lovely. 

Pompeii is definitely one of those places that you learn about in school and somehow in your brain you know it’s real but you can’t really understand it in a real way because there is just nothing else like it in our lifetimes that we see with our own eyes. And yet, there I was, standing in it. Seeing the “leftovers” was shocking but also somehow unreal. Like it could have all been a movie set. Hard to imagine this is the reality of the place I grew up learning about. And this is why travel matters so much! 

We enjoyed our tour - surprised once again at how close we could get. There weren’t ropes and security guards and cameras. Our guide simply walked us around and through things, telling stories as we went. It was haunting and chilling and amazing all at once. 

With that, it was time to head back to the ship. We’d worn our selves out with the joy of retracing our steps and doing the things we’d been dreaming about…and then some. One thing I continue to love about cruising is the simplicity of having all your things stay in one place that you can come home to every afternoon. It felt good to head home after a great day on shore.

We popped into Crooners to grab a glass of wine on the way to the room and wouldn’t you know- our floor 10 for the win friends showed up, too! We finally found out their names, Shawn and Louise. And in the most unexpected event, walking talking, Louise told a story that involved her saying chlamydia! Jason leaned over to Shawn and said, “this might seem hard to believe but we’ve been here 2 days and already talked about the clap 3 times!”

Sun Princess Day 1, Sailing to Naples

Note: photos won’t load again. This platform honestly sucks for blogging. I just hate to think about changing now!

Now we have a very specific course of action when we first board the ship. We know that our state rooms probably aren’t ready because God bless the room stewards who have to get all of the previous passengers out, clean all the rooms and get prepared for the new passengers, all within a 5 to 8 hour window, let’s say. 

But, we’ve learned that if you are a super nice courteous human you have a really good shot of at least dropping by the room to politely ask if you could just simply tuck your bags into the closet and then immediately leaving so that you don’t stay in their way. Even better if you meet your room Steward— tip early. Now you’re in their good graces and they know you mean business. So that’s what we did. We met Lino who was lovely and we dropped our bags!

Right before we dropped the bags we added one new thing into the boarding process… we stopped by the laundry room and threw a load of laundry in. There was one washing machine available and we were overjoyed to find it. It’s always good to start the week with all of your clothes available. I’ll have you know that the ship is more than double the size of the last ship we were on, but they did not increase the number of washers and dryers. So there are two washers and two dryers available for guests on each floor and there are hundreds of people on each floor. It’s really a crap shot on whether you will be able to wash or not. 

While in the laundry room, another couple popped in and we really enjoyed chatting with them while they waited for a machine. They’ve been traveling for a month already and were from Australia. as we left, the guy shouted out, “floor 10 for the win!” I had a feeling we would probably be fast friends. ( our cabins are all on floor 10)

With those things done, and with our alarm securely set so we didn’t become those jerks that leave their stuff in the washing machine, we took off for the most important onboarding task, and that is -finding the bar to have our first gin and tonic.

I have to say we were feeling a bit, overwhelmed and even slightly confused because our princess vessel of choice is the regal. We’ve spent more than 50 days on her and we know every nook and cranny like the back of our hands. This ship is new and as I mentioned twice the size. I write this even two days later and I still haven’t quite figured out whether I’m coming or going.

Anyway, we did a very quick lap on all of the decks with bars and restaurants and entertainment, and found ourselves up on 17 aft on a gorgeous open air sun deck. There were maybe four other people out there and this was starting to look like a winner. We grabbed our gin and tonics and sat down on super comfy chairs and finally felt like we could take a deep breath. 

Sue had dropped by the Crown Grill to ask if they could squeeze us all in for dinner at five. Everyone had a reservation at that time already except for us because we always do everything late so by the time we went to book ours, we couldn’t get it until 8 o’clock. But Sue worked some magic and next thing you know we were all meeting up at five for dinner. The Crown Grill is a specialty restaurant, which means if you don’t have a separate package, you would need to pay extra to eat here. You can always eat for free at a bunch of different places, the main restaurants, the buffet, some other little pop-up places like a pizza grill outside by the pool. But on this ship, there’s also 5 to 10 specialty restaurants. They’re really nice when you start to get bored of the same old thing over and over again. That might seem strange if you haven’t cruised for longer cruises, but when you’re on a ship for a month, you really can wear out on some things. Anyway, we have the highest level package, which in addition to free drinks of all kinds, including specialty coffees up to higher-end liquors, it also allows us to eat in the specialty restaurants for free. “Free”. 🤣

We were sitting there waiting for everyone to show up and all the sudden there came Ginny and Rich around the corner and we hadn’t yet seen and it was awesome to see them again! With that the Malbec crew was reunited and we went to enjoy our meal. Sue and Jerry had graciously brought three bottles of wine that they purchased the day before in Montepulciano where we were supposed to have been wine tasting with them except we had to cancel because of our continued delays. We had a great meal and a great time catching up. 

One hilarious  moment occurred while we were dining. And that was Mike who loves to joke around with everyone asked Ginny what she had bought at a certain port on her previous cruise. She didn’t hear him so he said again what did you get there? And Rich immediately said, “she got the clap.” The whole table roared with laughter. (Note: she did not get the clap)

After, everyone kind of split up and went different ways we popped by the O’Malley‘s Irish pub with Ginny and Rich and listen to a little music and had another glass of wine. Wouldn’t you know that our laundromat friends came in and sat down next to us? See! I knew it! 

The Irish music was awesome. But, the place is a little small, the doors were closed, and I was a little too tired for music that loud! We grabbed our glasses and headed up to the room to unpack unwind and hopefully get a great night sleep. We knew we had to be up early for an excursion the next day to one of our favorite cities in the whole world - Sorrento! 😍❤️🙌

24 Hours in Rome…Sort Of

So, where we left off, I was sitting in the lobby drinking a Prosecco and Jason was taking a nap. We had 24 hours more or less in Rome, and I am confident that if you were full of energy, enthusiasm, and spunk, you could see a whole lot of room in 24 hours. In fact, last time I was here I did see a whole lot of Rome in 24 hours. So what I’m about to tell you about this 24 hours is not really a recommendation for how to proceed, should you ever be given this chance. But it is exactly what we needed.

When I finished the Prosecco, I went back up to the room to check on Jason. Mostly because I figured if he didn’t get up soon, he again would not be able to sleep all night. But when I got into the room, he was up and in the shower. 

I decided to walk around and check out the executive lounge which we get access to because of Jason status with Marriott. If you remember in some of our recent travels, we love having this access because we can often eat 1 to 2 meals a day for free in there and especially when traveling internationally get free drinks in the evening. This saves us hundreds if not thousands of dollars over the course of longer trips. So this executive lounge was down in the basement and it wasn’t very big, but it was well appointed. They had a really nice coffee machine so we got some delicious fancy Italian coffee. They had a bucket of ice so we were able to get ice water which is sometimes a feet over in Europe. They had several bowls of fruit out and multiple glass jars of nuts and savory snacks. We weren’t quite hungry enough for a snack, but figured we’d pop in later and see what they were serving for dinner.

Sure enough, later when we went there was a full spread. Certainly enough to make a meal out of. We had gone to the lobby bar first because they gave us a free drink coupon when we checked in so we thought we would see what they had. When we’re in Europe, we’d love to just say give us a local white or red because we’ve never had a bad one yet. So we went with a local White and it was delicious. Back down in the executive lounge. It was now so crowded. We had to go outside to sit. But the fresh air honestly it’s probably exactly what we needed, and there were only one or two other tables sitting outside. We sort of appreciated the garden area in the back for lack of a better word which was not perfectly maintained. it just looked like a regular grassy area with lots of trees. But of course it’s Italy so the trees are oranges olives, lemons, some other fruit trees we couldn’t quite identify. And while we were sitting there eating this plate of delicious free food and drinking some delicious free wine all of a sudden we noticed that there were a bunch of cats.

Yes, cats. So we decided to walk around the property looking for cats. We found this cute little guy laying under an orange tree.

We called it early and headed to the room to relax and attempt a good night’s sleep. One thing I can say about all this travel disruption, we weren’t jet lagged. We didn’t know what day or time it was but whatever it was, we were ok.

The next morning, we had to be up and at it because we hired a private car to pick us up at the hotel at 9:30 to make the drive to the port city where we’d catch the ship. We did ok with sleep- not great, but better. We enjoyed an amazing European breakfast spread- something we have learned to absolutely love over here. So much fresh goodness. Every bite delicious! Always some massive vat of Nutella. Coffee- amazing. US hotels have so much to learn with their powdered eggs, subpar coffee, and store packaged danishes and bagels with no flavor.

Our man Emanuele was there 15 minutes early with his car. I know this because he started texting me a lot in WhatsApp. Are you here? Are you out here? You know - I appreciate that he’s early and he’s eager. I’m not mad!! 

The drive was only an hour. Traffic - nope. As we cruised into Civitavecchia, I was looking around and could remember parts of it from our days here before. Precious memories, for sure. Fun fact, it was in Rome- when a freak snow storm popped up while we stood at the Coliseum, when I believe I came down with COVID. By the end of that day, my teeth were chattering so hard I couldn’t stand it. So glad to be back having a completely different experience. 

The most amazing thing then happened - we got out of the car at 10:45 or so. Boarding begins at 11 and if you’ve ever seen or heard or been a part of this, you know that sometimes it’s just a disaster. Well. Joyfully, this wasn’t that.

We walked in, got in  line, and immediately Jason noticed we were right behind Diane and Mike, and Jerry and Sue- most of our beloved Malbec crew. YAY for great reunions. Hugs all around. We all went through security and check in and then we were literally walking on the ship by 11. The best check in EVER.

I’ll write about our first days on the ship tomorrow.

Oh man does it feel good to have made it ship side!

The Vindication Cruise!

 We’re headed back to the Med to repeat the last 14 days of our 36 day cruise in which I got COVID and missed the end!!! Stay tuned…sure to be drama…

AND…the first 5 days are no exception;)

***Photos aren’t working right now for some reason- will add them in later.

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Well, this trip started out like many of our trips. Which is to say- nothing was going as planned.

First, the world is literally on fire. There are extremes so extreme that hyperbole fails me to even adequately attempt to describe the shit show. Phrases are being thrown around like wiping civilizations out. I get heart palpitations and anxiety just thinking about it and I need to stop checking the news but I cannot because every 3 seconds my brain says - hey, maybe check on the civilization wipe out situation.

Then, there are some lingering health problems on both sides of the family that have us worried and anxious to be on the other side of the world.

And, then there is just the travel industry period. PERIODT. As the kids would say.

Sunday, we were up and at ‘em and Christiana brought us to the airport where we checked in and then went to have lunch and Chardonnay at our favorite airport restaurant. We forgot it was Easter. And by that I mean, we didn’t call for reservations. But, there were 3 seats at the bar. Hallelujah!

After lunch, we strolled right through security with TSA Precheck touchless. This is amazing. I’d tell you to look it up and get it but then you’d also be in line, so maybe sit this one out.

We flew to Phoenix for one quick night. We stayed in downtown Scottsdale right by the cool bar we found last month at spring training. While at that bar, we met a nice couple from Colorado who told us about a bourbon bar around the corner so that’s where we went for dinner and drinks. 600 bourbons on the menu!! Oddly, we had no bourbon but we did have great oysters. The next morning, we slow rolled getting up and then walked over to the first bar for a quick lunch before going to the airport. 

The Phoenix airport was also great- strolled right through TSA like a boss. Went to the American Airlines club which was so packed that when we did finally find 2 seats, we were across the room from each other. But, that’s no hill! Also, we intended to be there for 2 hours so we figured it would work out. In about 10 minutes, we found seats together at the bar and we remembered the funny bar tender from another time. 

Things were going well- including a round of Bloody Marys made with whiskey- which I will testify is oddly good - and sitting next to a sommelier who was giving us tips on wineries in Santorini when all the sudden we started getting the texts showing the flight was delayed.

The last 5 or so flights out of PHX we’ve had have all been delayed so while we weren’t exactly surprised, we also weren’t too thrilled. As it was, we weren’t going to get to NYC until midnight…and now…

But, the one kudo I can give to American Airlines is they have worked on their app…so as soon as it delayed a second time, we immediately got a button in the app to reschedule to a different flight if we wanted. We took a look and found one leaving sooner, still business class, but arriving in Newark, not JFK. Well, the bummer is we were staying at a hotel at JFK…but also at midnight there isn’t a lot of traffic and we could take an uber so we switched the flight and then hopped up to change terminals and get on the new plane.

The flight was fine. We still arrived around midnight where our original flight ended up not taking off until 2 am or something. We grabbed the uber and got into our hotel by 1 or so. Easy enough!

The next day, we had the day to kill. We normally stay downtown in Times Square or up in midtown but since we only had a day and wanted to mostly just chill and destress, we decided to just stay in Queens by the airport. Oddly, despite there being the JFK airport and at least 5 large hotels right in a row, there were no restaurants right there. We ordered in delicious deli sandwiches for lunch. We took a walk to another hotel in the afternoon and discovered it was actually freezing. Which was nice because the warmest thing we brought was a hoodie. We walked back faster later when it was even colder…brrrrr. I tried to order up some food, which worked but the world’s largest pizza box arrived. Offensively large. Embarrassingly large. So large there literally wasn’t anywhere to legitimately set it down in the room. What is up with you New Yorkers and these large pizza boxes? You know your apartments aren’t that big either.

Oh, I forgot that earlier in the day I had 2 meetings I needed to take. I came down to the lobby for them, which was interesting because for some reason that lobby was poppin’ like it was a club at 1 am. There were at least 4 tvs on full blast, general music playing louder than the tvs, everyone was talking or listening to something on their phone without headphones for the love!!! I tried to go outside but it was so cold I couldn’t stay. (Later found out it was 22!!!) Nothing says a great environment for running your boss’s staff meeting like this lobby, but there I was. 

As an extreme plus, we noticed there was a washer and dryer in the basement so I was able to run a load of clothes and get us back to a clean slate. Bam!

Anyway, it was a pretty chill, fine day and one we needed before all the shenanigans…and little did we know what that would even mean. 

So Wednesday, we have an easy morning. We had leftover pizza and still didn’t get through half of it. We decided we would try to leave the hotel around 3:30. Our flight was to board at 7 and we weren’t sure what TSA would be like at JFK. To our delight, we had an epic check-in experience in some sweet, separate area where we sat on tufted leather couches while a nice lady checked us in and a nice man came and took our bags. I need to pretend I’m rich more often. This is really the life!

We then cruised through precheck touchless again. And, because we had biz class tickets and Jason’s a high level status, we got into some exclusive lounge to kill the time. We had all kinds of food, drinks, etc. available for free. We decided to chow down on the veggies since they can be hard to come by on cruises. I would later regret this decision. 

So, a bit before boarding, we bailed out of the lounge for the walk to our terminal. This was about 6:30 PM and was the last of our joyful feeling that day. Or even the next. Also, I don’t know what day that was or what day it is. This might still be that day. Don’t ask me any questions.

At boarding time, nothing was happening. And then the text came. We got the option to rebook but the other choices were complicated. We had a direct, non-stop to Rome with business class lay-flat seats. I mean - this was the flight we wanted (and paid a lot for). 

Well, 8 hours later after non stop delays that were due to (not kidding) “Catering”, the flight canceled at 2 am. So now you have 300 displaced, pissed off people in the middle of the night. Jason has a special phone line he can call- and he did and immediately had an agent. Unfortunately, that call lasted like 30 minutes and we later found out she really screwed it up. Then we needed a hotel, transportation, etc. 

The driver on the way to the hotel was not helping my stress. At one point, he was going 19 MPH for at least 5 minutes. I thought maybe we would just eventually stop. And it was hot. And I was so tired. Struggling to not be car sick. UGH. And, the erratically driving car in front of us stopped, the driver got out, opened all the doors and the trunk and just stood there. You will NOT convince he that he wasn’t about to toss a body out.

We ended up at a LOVELY beach hotel in Rockaway. At 4 am, we were checked in and trying to understand how we were now going through London and needed to immediately apply for some sort of visa even though we weren’t going to leave the airport. We were starving…having only had 1 piece of cold pizza and some raw veggies in the last 24 hours. But mostly, my body was so tired I was shaking and nauseous. 

I woke up at 9:30 and checked on the flight. I noticed we had the option again to rebook and there was a flight to Miami and then to Rome in business. The agent who rebooked us didn’t keep our business class seats. And maybe I sound snobby here but first of all - we PAID for those and second - they are a game changer because your body can be physically comfortable the whole time. I kind of like that!! So, I woke up Jason and suggested we switch flights, which would mean we would need to jump up and get back to the airport. He agreed. 

However.

When he switched the flight it only switched him and not me. So I went in and switched mine but then I was in coach. What the heck. It SAID business!!! 

So then we had to call. And another 30 minutes of life went by. The guy was super nice and helpful but couldn’t get us back into business. So, we’d both be in coach to Miami and then Jason would be in business to Rome but not me. Fine. At this point we just need to get there or we’d miss the cruise. 

We took quick showers. I realized I didn’t have any makeup or deodorant. I mean, why can’t we have at least one thing go right here? I used Jason’s deodorant and just felt bad about my face. Whatever. I did have a change of underwear and tshirt but had the same pants and sweatshirt. Also, whatever.

We grabbed another uber to JFK. Checked back in. asked if anyone had our bags. Went back to the lounge. Had dejavu. Tried to eat some actual food just in case but my body couldn’t understand why they were serving lunch at noon when we thought it should be breakfast. Whatever.

We got to the gate and for some reason we had tickets that said we were on standby. Because, why not. So I checked in with the agent the second she arrived. This was good because she had ONE business seat and she gave it to us. It should have been Jason’s automatically but he gave it to me since I would be in coach on the next flight. We hoped he might grab an upgrade but everyone showed up for the flight so to the back of the plane he went.

We got to Miami and made our way over to the next gate. I was the only person on the upgrade list, which has never happened. This would mean if just one person didn’t make the flight, I could get back into business class. I hate rooting against people but a flat tire out there somewhere would be great right now.

I am standing back at my seat getting settled. To my delight, the people next to me are from St. Louis! All the sudden, this amazing creature was standing next to me and he said in Italian, “Rachel Thurman?” I said, “Are you about to ask me the best question I’ve ever been asked in my whole life?” He said, “Yes and no.” Well, that threw me off.

He said we had just 2 minutes left before the person in 9 L was late enough that he would give his seat to me. WOOOOOHOOOOOO! BUT, then he said, the thing is…the tv at your seat doesn’t work. I said, “Iisten to me. I cannot begin to tell you how much I do not care about the TV.” One minute later, the seat was mine.

PRAISE THE LORD. HALLELUJAH. PASS THE TYLENOL.

The flight was great. The food was great - minus this not-a-salad arugula with one teaspoon of raw apple and nothing else situation. I reclined the seat back into a full bed, used my free chapstick and toothbrush, and fell asleep for a solid 4 hours. Maybe 5 hours. The flight was around 9. Easy peasy.

I found Jason once off the plane and we navigated through immigration and the taxi line.I’m not sure what happened,but while standing in a long line a lady comes up to us and asks if we’d like to take a mini van taxi and we said sure and she pulled us out of line, walks us to a taxi, and then personally drives us to the hotel. Obviously, an angel. Also, sorry to the other people who were ahead of us but whom didn’t get invited to ride with the angel. I don’t know what to tell you.

The hotel is absolutely lovely. We checked in and were able to get right into our room - which is beautiful. I took a bath and Jason went straight to bed. He’s still there working on a 3+ hour nap and I’m in the lobby writing and sipping Prosecco. Things are looking up. At this rate, we’ll actually get to the cruise ship tomorrow;)