Friday 9 December Mid Cruise – Mid Atlantic
Lazy start (whats new?). Turned up on deck for the darts and throw-balls-in-the-buckets. Our failure deprived us of MSC t-shirts and bandannas. Had tea and caught up with Tim’s parents from Brisbane. Dad had directed words at some Germans in the lift yesterday. Seems they all packed in, half wanting to go up and half down but the overloaded lift refused to go anywhere and nobody would get out. He went so far as to mention The War! We caught the tail end as we walked past.
Lunch as usual. Nobody has discovered our little nook yet. The one thing they do well is fruit salad and (unfortunately) mousses and creamy stuff. Those of you who worked today would have been deeply sickened by our lazy afternoon, sprawled on our private balcony, reading and watching a movie. I actually drummed up the energy to hit the gym and was delighted to find it half empty. We are very happy in our health centre at home but there is just no competition with the view over the ship’s bridge as you steam across a blue-grey ocean down a shimmering silver avenue pointing to where the sun will set.
Dinner was the Italian night, with food to match (the lasagne bolognaise was excellent) and red green and white streamers everywhere. Not surprisingly, the waiters paraded the lemon cake (looked like snowballs) with loads of hoop-la and Applauso. The show went back to the original singers and dancers and was very good without reaching the heights of their first two shows. We had a quick look round the shops (not that we have much cabin credit to spend this time) and J cajoled Renelda out to learn the Tarantella, which she seemed to be enjoying. We gave the pleb show a miss.
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