four days at sea

Our second day at sea was Ted’s birthday. We didn’t do much during the day, but dinner featured a jazz rendition of Happy Birthday complete with spoons-playing, courtesy of an Englishman at our table, a Balinese Happy Birthday song from the waiters, a cake form the Matre d’Hotel, and champagne from me. It was a lot of fun: ours is definitely one of the more raucous tables – and we’ve had lots of singing, because the third couple there is Welsh.

The next day it turned out to be as well we couldn’t go to Tripoli, because we’d both come down with colds. We spent most of the day resting, hoping to get over them as quickly as possible. We did force ourselves out to the Christmas Eve dinner though, and were glad we did. More singing at dinner – we ever made the waiters sing again, though we’re not entirely sure whether it was a Christmas song or a drinking one. We sat at table long enough that the waiters were very glad when we left, though with our colds Ted and I elected to skip the boat’s Christmas choir singing.

Today, Christmas Day, we’re feeling a little better – still both sneezing and snuffling, but I at least don’t have the general feeling-like-crap thing going that I did yesterday. We exchanged some small gifts, but will keep the main ones until New Year’s Eve when we’re home again. To those who celebrate them, as the cruise director would say, Buon Natale, Feliz Navidad, Joyeux Noel, Frohliche Weihnachten and Merry Christmas; as our Dutch neighbors would say, Prettige Kerstdag.

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