So today is our last day on the ocean and we are headed back to Baltimore. I think we had a fun trip. We got to the beach two cents, and one of the days was even nice beach weather. We went to karaoke, saw a musical show, and went to the comedy places a few times. Mom got lots and lots of sleep and I did pretty good on slept myself.
Even though I had a good time, there have definitely been some reflective moments. I tired not to go overboard with alcohol or eating. More than usual but nothing too crazy. Some people on this boat have the alcoholic beverage package where they pay for almost unlimited alcoholic drinks (15) per day. Probably half the ship was drunk at any given time.
And the food is crazy. The couple next to us at dinner each ordered 2-3 appetizers, 2-3 main courses and extra dessert every night. Most of the times they ate it, but so etimes they just wanted to taste it and the rest was thrown away.
All the excess on this boat sorta makes me sick. Why does someone need 7 meals for dinner? Not like I’m one to judge, but is that really necessary. I imagine all the food that must go to waste and think about people who have nothing to eat. I think about all the alcohol and money people have spent on expensive drinks and wonder how that money could be better spent and where it all goes. The crew on the boat is paid very little. They work sometimes 20 hour days in split shifts. Most of them are from other countries working to send money
back home. They sign contracts for 6-9 months. I can’t imagine working for that long on a boat, for little money, and even less respect and being away from my family for nearly a year at a time. I see the servers for the little dances in the dining room for us and I wonder if they enjoy it at all or merely feel like performing monkeys in a circus.
The cruise has made me think about mortality, sometimes my own and also those I love. I see the vast ocean and realize I’m just a speck in this giant world. I think about this trip meant for making memories with my mom. Of course it has been fun, but maybe a little morbid. One day I won’t have a mom. One day my kids wont have a mom. Time gets faster year by year and each day that passes is another step closer the the grave. I try to enjoy every minute, but sometimes the point of it all eludes me. We are all marching to the same place.