We walked to Bob Evans and got some good breakfast. It was freezing cold outside. We wandered back to the hotel and got ready for our ride to the cruise terminal. Since I had messed up our transportation already, we got a cab. The driver was very friendly. He was about 80 years old and insisted to put our bags in hospital car with no help. I was praying he did that have a heart attack before we got to the ship.
We arrived at the boat, checked some of our bags and wandered inside. Our check in time was 2:30, but we got there at noon and didn’t have any lines or problems getting through security and all the other hurdles. It was not even 1 pm and we were on the Carnival Pride.
It was freezing cold still. The pools weren’t even open. Everyone was stuffing their faces but very few brave souls were sitting out at the pool deck. Felt kinda weird to be listening to carribean music in the Arctic wind.
We really wanted early dinner. Carnival considers early dinner 6 pm. I think that’s a later dinner. Mom harassed the staff at the desk and the restaurant. She told them she was elderly and had low blood sugar, big that didn’t help our case. We ate at 8:15. Despite telling anyone who would listen and it being in the computer, no one seemed to know what celiac or gluten free was. I got an overcooked piece of steak and a fruit plate.
Mom and I went for an Irish coffee and hung out at the piano bar. Laura was our pianowomam for the trip. she has a nice little raspy voice, but wasn’t quite as entertaining as other times on the ships.
We stayed up for a comedy show with Macio. He was hilarious. Mom and I enjoyed it. Then back to our room around midnight. Mom couldn’t sleep. She forgot to ask for decaf coffee. But there is nothing like sleeping out on the open sea and being rocked to sleep by the gentle water. I slept like a baby.