The final night was a bit like the end of summer camp. All the staff is telling you that you've been the best group they've ever had. E-mail addresses are exchanged and oaths of keeping in touch are promised.
At dinner Auntie Di was remarkable quiet. I asked her what was up and through her tears she explained that is was all over and tomorrow we'd all go our separate ways. I knew that's what she was going through because of course I was thinking the same thing. It was tough saying goodbye to summer camp. But drinking really helped.
Our waiter Renzo was a dream. The next morning he was also working the breakfast shift. Lyle and I had been seated before the rest of our crew came down and when they came in he told them that their friends (he made a big goofy open smile and placed his hands in the air - thus indicating me) and the one who wasn't there last night were waiting for them at a table across the room. Renzo really gets me.
So somehow I got the last quarter of the entire platter.
If you want someone else to lug your luggage off the ship you need to have it packed and outside your room the night before you dock. This presents a problem for those of us who view the entire trip as one long Vogue Fashions Shoot. This means that I have to keep out and/or pack in my carry on my outfit for dinner, my disco after dinner outfit and my departing from ship outfit. I managed, but just barely as I also had to make all sorts of choices for Lyle while he was passed out.
It was hard going at the beginning, but ultimately I had a blast. And I owe it all to my travel companions who helped me see the light... at the disco.