2 Days all at Sea

You couldn’t have two more different days that are exactly the same.

Each day I got in two workouts (one included an elliptical sweat and a yoga class; the other included back exercises in our cabin, walking the promenade deck and a pilates class). One day we attended two lectures: both of which were disappointing (one dynamic academic woman who got a few facts wrong and seemed ignorant of another country located between Alaska and Washington State, despite its direct relevance to her topic; the other a rambling academic man who knew his stuff but was so charmless and dull he put everyone to sleep); the other day we just sat on our deck and read. The first evening we dressed up in our finery, ate a four course dinner and attended an energetic song and dance revue; the other evening we ordered room service and watched a movie in our cabin.

Both days our boat moved sedately south through the Pacific Ocean, surrounded by dark velvet overlaid with white lace, land absent from view. We intercepted waves arriving directly from the Orient with a gentle soft rolling motion that cradled us at night and swayed us by day. We had a gin and tonic at 5pm and were in bed by 10pm. I got some writing in, and Beazy got some reading in. Conversations have been in public and confidences have been in private, all comfortable and engaging and as natural as breathing. I suspect our heartbeats are in synchronization.