We have woken to impressive seas. High waves are pushing us about a bit. I have watched the news with growing horror at the plight of those caught in the hurricane and those trying to get out of its way.
I have avoided breakfast in favour of a coffee and a sticky bun in one of the coffee shops where I am apparently remembered....one man even asking me where Mr Michael was. All I could manage was, "I don't know!" I am keeping death out of it!
I have already bumped into people met on other cruises... made some new acquaintances and settled into an old routine.
Those staffing the various rooms are all familiar...and it is nice to be greeted like a long lost friend.
Our first stop tomorrow is in Spain. Casablanca.
The weather will be much warmer by that time.
A deck walk would have been my first choice but they are closed. It would be much too easy to get swept away.....
My feelings are hard to record right now.
I am sitting watching the sea getting higher and higher, I am pampered and cosseted but guilt is also present.
Protestant guilt is well known to me....living my luxurious life style whilst other people suffer...and it's no where more relevant than on this wonderful ship.
I will enjoy it...that is certain...but not without my prayers for those less fortunate.. Lord hear my prayer.
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1 comment:
Good job you have your sea legs
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