Oh travel day. How I dislike you greatly. The worst part of traveling is the traveling. All the people and all the … blech.
Alas, you have to get on a plane and deal with people in order to get to a destination to visit.
Our flight was on time and packed. Nothing overly exciting about it. The meal was gross. Thank goodness I had my snacks. I slept like crap too so I figured I'd sleep on the next leg from Amsterdam.
We had 5 hours to kill so we wandered the airport and found something to eat. Then we stumbled into a duty free store and we just HAD to buy a huge box of chocolates that had Cresta bars in it. I mean, it's the right thing to do.
After that stop, we had to find a bathroom. I was - ahem - backed up so we had time to sit. I put my phone down on a shelf in the bathroom and left it!
We took off to our gate and it was only then I realized I had left my phone. I hustled back to the bathroom that was .5 miles away. I **gasp** jogged to get back quickly. I thought I was going to die of exhaustion.
Once I got there it was, of course, gone. I asked some of the stores around and no one had turned in a phone.
I walked the .5 miles back to our gate and started figuring out how I was going to manage without my phone for two weeks. I planned on using it for photos. I didn't bring my other camera. Then I remembered that we had the Find My Phone app and my phone was attached to Sherrie's. We saw it on screen towards where the bathroom was.
I was exhausted, but Sherrie took off to find my phone. It took, what felt like, forever. I was starting to get worried that she might miss our flight, but finally she appeared victorious.
What a nightmare. It was definitely my lesson learned to bring a camera so if this happened again I wouldn't worry about all the photos I wouldn't get. I was seriously thinking about whether the ship sells cameras. It's insane to think about losing your phone on a trip internationally. I now have a new rule, "Ask where my phone is before I leave a restroom?" And maybe don't take it in with me.
We made our flight to Rome and found our luggage without any big issues. Our hired car was there and we were off to Civitavecchia (Pronounced chee·vee·tuh·veh·kee·uh) which is the port the ship was departing from.
Our driver, thankfully, was hired by our hotel or we may never have found this hotel. The owners met us out front, which I thought was odd, then walked us into the hotel. The hotel was in this relatively dark short alley with a VERY nondescript front door and sign. I'm not kidding, we never would have found it.
The owners took us up to our room. Mister Owner told us in Italian what we needed to do to get into the building, into the small landing where our room was and into our room. Now, I don't speak Italian, but his miming and my little knowledge of the language did ok. He showed us how to work the coffee machine and that breakfast would be outside in the small landing for us in the morning. It was all very bizarre.
They left and we settled for just a moment. We were starving and had to go get dinner. We walked around the corner and ultimately found this little restaurant. Nothing gluten free for Sherrie so she had a salad and roasted potatoes. I had myself some spaghetti carbonara…it was divine.
Back to the hotel, we both showered of the ick of travel and promptly fell right asleep.
Up the next morning and we were off to find the shuttle to the cruise terminal. We were unsuccessful so we flagged down a cab and we got there in no time.
Boarding is made super easy these days. You get an assigned group number when you get in line to check in. Checking in is really a matter of showing your passport and getting your on board cards. We waited just a little before they called our number and we were off.
Once on ship they direct you to your muster station so you know where it is. No longer needing to do the full muster drill I guess. As we were standing there I started to get that throwing up feeling in my mouth. You know, the extra saliva that starts showing up. And I knew…I had to find a bathroom NOW. The poor gal doing the explanation pointed to the nearest bathroom and looked like she was worried she'd have to clean up after me.
I made it, barely. It wasn't a empty you stomach kinda thing. Just bile. And then I realized, I hadn't drank too much water. So the combo of walking a metric crap ton - especially the extra mile and a half in Amsterdam - and lack of water, I was probably overly exhausted and dehydrated. I felt better immediately, which is odd.
We headed up to have some lunch and I was surprised to find that I was hungry and felt fine.
After lunch we found some lounge chairs and decided to just hang out until our room was available. We both fell asleep. Thankfully we were in the shade or we would have burnt to a crisp. They announced our room was available and we went immediately there.
It's a nice room. Odd in some ways. Like there isn't a bath"room". Most cruises have a room that has the toilet and the shower. This has the shower on one side of the room and across from it the bathroom. Both with frosted glass so you have some privacy, but there's no door to close. It's just weird. BUT the room has a ton of storage which is unlike any other cruise ship room I've been in. It'll suit us just fine for the several days were here.
Today is a sea day. I slept for 10 hours over the night, which I never do. We got up, had breakfast and have decided to just laze around all day. It's really a perfect day.
Tomorrow starts the Greece part of this trip. We'll be in
Athens. Stay tuned for more.