I was on a cruise once and told a Canadian that I had an idea all Canadians are nice people. She was incensed. She said, "We have our serial killers, too, you know!"
You can never tell who you are talking to on the ship.
Today, I saw a preschool boy and his little brother in the hall next to our cabin. The baby was
in a stroller and, presumably, the parents were coming out of the cabin at any
moment.
I asked the boy “Is this your baby brother?” He unleashed a torrent of French. My high
school French promptly deserted me. I
managed to determine that the boy was either four years old or he would be four
years old or he knew someone who was four years old. I couldn’t tell but the
number four was in there somewhere.
Shortly after that, I was on the elevator when a short bald
man with glasses got on with me. I recognized him as the shore excursion expert
who I have only seen from a distance. I immediately launched into some
questions I have about our next stop at Naples. I want to go to the Archeology
Museum there but wasn’t sure if we can make it on foot.
He said, “You are from Naples, Florida?” I said no, that I want to visit a museum in
Naples, Italy.
He said, “I am a man from Spain.” I apologized profusely. He
turned out to be the priest on board the ship but he does resemble the other
man, vaguely.
I was on my way to check out the celebration in the Queen’s
Lounge. This is appropriately named after Queen Beatrice of the Netherlands.
Today, she abdicated the throne making her son the new king. All the people
from the Netherlands gathered to watch the Festivities on a large screen. They were all wearing orange. I asked one gal if I could take her picture.
Her T-shirt reads, “Feeling like a queen today.”
