I stumbled my way to breakfast in the Club Restaurant, not wanting to even go as for as the Panorama Buffet. I had plenty of time and no place to go and ordered two poached eggs (so decadent) and a piece of stollen. G had had breakfast in the buffet but joined me for fruit and juices. And then I returned to the cabin and stayed there until lunch. Really, this is not much fun, and I had to keep reminding myself that this is simply a bridge, a way to spend a few days until we get to Fort Lauderdale and the Caribbean. And that, if we had taken our original route, we would be having significantly worse weather. This is a best case routing, and I am grateful for that.
We went to lunch in the Club Restaurant, simply for something to do, and I had a grilled chicken salad with citrus dressing. G went to the Pacific Lounge for Seinfeld trivia but I couldn't brave it up there. He wrote down all the questions, though, and quizzed me on his return. I don't know much about most things but I do know quite a bit about Seinfeld. It's the one trivia I would stand a chance of winning.
All of the outer decks had been closed off all day except for Deck 9 (protected by glass panels on the sides of the ship with no risk of being blown overboard). The hot tubs were open; the pool was again emptied. The high winds made opening the doors to the outer decks unsafe and being on the decks themselves would be a caution. By 3pm we were watching the seas outside our Deck 4 window like we were watching fireworks. They got bigger and more impressive until dark. We decided early on to skip dinner in the Club Restaurant, thinking we might order room service, but it seemed cruel to ask for a delivery when it's difficult to walk.
Captain D made at announcement at 5:30pm telling us that the swells were coming from the northwest, the same direction we need to be sailing toward Bermuda, so he is having to alter course and speed a little, of course keeping our safety in mind, but that we might arrive a little late into Hamilton tomorrow. We don't care; the information we've been waiting for is when will this stop, and he said it would abate significantly around 2am tomorrow.
At 6pm we are tucked into bed for the evening. We won't starve by any means, the entertainment tonight is the ventriloquist and though we would enjoy sitting in the Casino Lounge listening to Jere Ring on the piano, getting there and back would require more balance than we possess. Captain D said the two days to Fort Lauderdale after Bermuda will be much easier and we are counting on that. For now, we will endure.
