Very early this morning we arrived in Miami and everything went very smoothly, despite very little if any sleep. Thomas was a gem, though, and in great spirits, having slept most of the 5 hour flight into Miami. We had a bit of a wait to get a shuttle to the ship, but we passed the time playing in baggage claim, eating breakfast, riding the escalators and playing on the baggage conveyor belts. The crowd that gathered to wait seemed enthralled with Thomas, and I soon realized he was going to bring us a lot of attention on this trip.
The bus ride to the ship terminal was quite an experience. Imagine all the horror stories of taxi rides in other cities. Now imagine that same story, only in a Greyhound bus. Yes, it was VERY fast, Very out of control, and very uncertain whether or not we would make it to the ship without a major collision with other big rigs, busses or pedestrians. The check in process was very smooth, although by this time our nerves were starting to unwind a bit from the sheer number of hours awake at this point. Again, Thomas was doing great, still happy, still enjoying the ride.
We arrived at the ship, went upstair to get the lunch buffet that had been set out, then headed down to get some sleep before heading out for the big party. We got up in time to catch the sailaway party, stood through the muster drill where we all herd out in our orange lifevests, hoping to God we don't have to rely on these things to save us if we should have to jump overboard, and enjoyed our time before dinner. Dinner was great, but by the time we were finished, the table was rocking, and I don't mean rocking to the music. Before long, the big waves the ship was plowing through had done a number on my body, and I headed down to the store to buy some medicine. Nope, didn't work! And I continued to get sicker and sicker. Unfortunately, my night was shot and I gave up trying to pretend it would get better. It made me feel better to learn later on in the cruise that one of the performers on the other ship that night had to leave his show to go throw up backstage, only to return from the next lines to his song. We all decided to call it a night early and missed all the shows. Fortunately, the shows would all be repeated the next night at different times, so all was not lost.
Oh, I should mention our cabin. Ummm...yeah....remember church camp, or your bathroom at home? Yep, that's about the size if it. We had to get very creative with storage, and wondered at first if Thomas' crib would even fit. The room steward didn't even know, as he told us that cribs usually only go in the bigger room. Well, imagine that!
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