Final day at sea

About 2:30 this morning, I woke up to a gentle rolling. The ship had encountered the tag end of Matthew and my body recognized the "ship moving through rough swells" movement and I immediately slept deeply for the next several hours. The swells increased all day. At lunch they were breaking over the windows of the Britannia restaurant. I was bemused by the reactions of the new Cunarders who were worried and anxious. I don't recall ever being upset, only excited and curious! 

I missed the Oscar Hammerstein lecture by Roy Hunt because I set my clock incorrectly. I was happily knitting with Margaret while listening to Bob share his adventure in the Antarctica last year when he asked what I had planned for the day. I mentioned the lecture and Margaret said, "Marty, that began 25 minutes ago!!!" Yikes! So I stayed with them until Merril found me to ask where I was. Not my best day for timeliness!  I went with her to Sir Samuel's where I splurged on fondue as we were joined by Diane and Peter. When we looked up, the afternoon skies had brightened, the seas were beginning to fall and the hours had sped by. 

My Perth girls gave me a memento:

An aside: the Captain told the ship that the expecteed 40 knot winds actually exceeded 75 knots as we were passing through Matthew. No wonder I woke up to movement. 

No pictures today, except for my koalas. Lots of talking and stories. I am fascinated by how quickly I become conversationally intimate with people on a cruise. Perhaps it is the closeness of the surroundings. Or it may be my personality or a combination of both. I believe Lis and Merril have the potential to be my new version of the Parkers, though I may never get to Carnes or Perth. 

Before dinner tonight, a group from Texas joined my table to play the trivia game. When I offered a couple of answers, they called me an unofficial team member "our kibbutzer." Assuring me it was complimentary!! I inwardly chuckled...I must not appear remotely cosmopolitan!!