No kids. No pets. No spousal unit.
An invite from Ms. X to go off on an adventure.
A timely coincidence of an e-mail advertising last-minute cruise prices to the Bahamas which were amazingly low.
Sounds like a ‘yes’ to me.
Ms. X was tired of the weather. Tired of the annoying flapping of gums of her co-workers. Tired of drama of family and acquaintances. She needed an escape, but didn’t want to go alone. Knowing I was prone to scooter off for an adventure or seven, she asked if I wanted to go. She’s cute, spunky, fun. Of course I want to go. A few well spent airline miles and we were on our way to warm weather and sunny skies.
Well, supposedly sunny.
A three day cruise, with a one day stopover in the Bahamas. I thought it was always sunny in the Bahamas.
We thought we had our ‘bad travel karma’ used up when she forgot her passport on her way to pick me up to go to the airport. Luckily, since she’s a nervous (some would say “cautious”) traveler, she’d arrived at my place 10 minutes early. Being a tad nervous…whoops…”cautious” myself, I’d already padded the schedule by 20 minutes. Plenty of time to rush back to her place, pick up the passport, and still hit the airport well in time to catch our flight. We thought the rest of trip had to go well since we had our bump ready.
And, mostly, it did.
On board, there was too much food, expensive drinks, cheesy entertainment, and some damn good entertainment.
In the Bahamas? The cruise ship arrived as we slept. We woke to blue skies and ate breakfast on the fantail. We went to the cabin to change and, coming back out, were met by gray skies.
Still, it was warm. We were in a beautiful, tropic country. It didn’t look like rain [cue ominous music], so we rented a motor scooter to tour the island (“Drive on the left, mon.”).
Half an hour in? Rain. Lots of it. We got soaked, but were laughing and having a great time. The rain tapered, so we kept going to the opposite side of the island. Stopping to look at the view, it started raining again. so, we got back on the scooter to return.
I turned the key. Silence. I kicked the kick start. Silence. I bitched. Loudly. Then laughed. Loudly. It had reached the absurd, so there was nothing to do but laugh at the situation.
Called the scooter company who sent a replacement scooter.
Headed back to town with dampened clothes, but not dampened spirits. A few drinks in town, people watching, and wandering to see the sights.
Next day, the ship wandered the Caribbean and Ms. X and I wandered the decks. There was a two hour window in the afternoon of wonderful sun, warm temperatures, and tropical breezes. There was more entertainment that evening. And more drinking and eating.
And back to the dock in the US of A the next morning, with no-issue flights home to cold and foggy weather.
A wonderful time, even with weather woes, just because I said “yes” to adventure.
I’m liking these “yes” opportunities. I’m open to more in my future.