Aboard the Oosterdam

A week ago, although we'd stayed the night within walking distance to the terminal, we took a shuttle to our waiting ship in order to avoid getting wet in a city that is hailed to have nothing but blue sky. (ahem)
We rolled our tagged luggage to its designated area, went through security and, upon embarkation, headed to the buffet line for lunch.



The afternoon slipped by quickly as we found our cabin with our luggage inside, met our steward, unpacked, got briefed on safety (escape) procedures at our designated  muster stations and visited with  friends.

The San Diego skyline floated into the distance as we sailed away in the early evening.

For the next five days the Pacific Ocean was our front yard and our back yard, the vast expanse of water never ceasing to amaze me!

Every day, before dinner, we did laps on the the third deck promenade . . .

often catching the sun as it went down,

and always leaving us with a sense of awe.

Every night we dressed up and went for dinner. Totally spoiled!

And after dinner we had dessert, reminding us of the need to walk again the next day. I could have continued this cycle for a bit longer . . . but all good things must come to an end. So they say.