Day 3- At Sea (again!)

Maureen was set to present again this morning, this time on Puerto Rico. I helped with the lecture by gathering information on Puerto Rician music and instruments last week, so part of the lecture was old hat by the time she got around to it. She talked a little Ricky Martin, some Puerto Rician art and literature, and BAM! Another successful lecture complete. 

After the lecture, we went back up to the room- where we ended up taking a 1.5 hour nap. Oops. It was a long couple of days!

At 1:30, there was an “International Belly Flop Contest”, which neither of us participated in (come on now), we were laying in the sun, slowly frying, and then found a seat in the Solarium- an adults-only section of the pool which is also part shielded from the wind. Royal Caribbean must have forgotten to explain to us that “Adults Only” was 50 years old and up. It was ridiculous and damn near impossible to find chairs. But Maureen finally did, marking them with her flip flops. WIN. 

 We wanted to try Bingo since it seems like everyone on the ship play. I don’t know how, since it’s a minimum of $33 to play. No way- my money can be better spent elsewhere- like on alcohol or cheesy hats.

For dinner, we moved tables to more a social setting. We sat with a lovely couple from Montreal where we talked about dogs, hockey (and how Montreal has been biting it hard in the NHL), and about our professions. They seemed really intrigued about Maureen’s job and her travels, and kept asking me about what I do. The more the gentleman drank, the thicker his Canadian accent got. It was cute. 

After dinner, we went downstairs to watch a cruise-sponsored dance contest called “Dance it if you know it.” I had a drink and still wasn’t dancing, which was fine with Maureen. I *did* get up for one, but sat down after about 15 seconds. When that contest ended and karaoke began, we headed to the dance club, The Dungeon, to get our dance on. After a tequila shot and a few other miscellaneous drinks, I was brave enough to hit the dance floor and dance. There was a group of  gay men who were at the club, and they were a riot to dance around with. We danced until 1am when my legs were going to fall off. 

Fanny Packs: 11. Again, ON A BOAT.