The next part of our trip was the longest one and the most relaxing one. It was the part where we actually crossed the Atlantic, en route to New York.
This was pretty much what we saw for several days. Just open blue waters.
If my memory serves me right, we spent about 12 days on the open seas, where all you could see around the ship was open ocean, and great sunrises and sunsets.
This was the part of the trip where I really formed an appreciation for the work that each and every crew member does on the ship, and what it means to be a Disney Cruise Line employee. I also appreciated the hard work each and every one of them do, and began to form an idea of what it means to be on the waters for extended periods of time.
With each day that passed, the ship really started running more and more like the well oiled machine it was bound to be. Keep in mind that many of the crew were new, it was a brand new ship, and although the operations were not running at 100% capacity as yet, there was a lot of hard work being done behind the scenes to get her ready for her full capacity cruise.
Of course I couldn’t resist another photo op with my favourite Disney character.
We spent our days lounging around in the sun, enjoying the on board entertainment, making friends, and eating. It sometimes feels like all we did was the latter, but there were some other fun times in between.
Allow me to take some time on the food: It was everything and more one could ever imagine! From breakfast, to lunch, to supper, and all the snacks and things between, “Every Meal was a Moment”, as we often said as we took pictures of the wonderful and delicious food that was available or served to us. At some point, and I can’t exactly remember when, all we wanted was just a plain old home cooked meal!
Just a few of the many lovely dishes we were served.
Apart from the food, there was some great entertainment too. I fondly remember the nights that we spent in the “Adult club” area, dancing and drinking the night away. The best nights were those nights that we moved an hour on, as we were crossing different time lines. On such nights, the bars would stay open an hour longer, and the crew would all go to bed an hour later, as they could get up an hour later the next morning. There was a certain untold excitement each night that the clock moved an hour on, which you could feel in the air, and subtly see in the behaviour of every crew and passenger.
Many of the days now seem like a blur, although we were “busy” all the time…
The seas started becoming rougher as we went along, and I remember one day, standing at the aft of the ship, looking forward, on one of the top decks. Although one could not feel it, the ship was moving quite substantially. One moment, looking towards the bow, you would just see sky, and no horizon. The next moment, as the bow of the ship ducked down, more than half of your view would be ocean, and the rest the horizon. This ship is so big, that if one didn’t see that, you wouldn’t believe how much the ship was actually moving.
One other moment where I realised just how rough the waters were, was one night, where I went outside on the fourth deck to have a smoke, and the sea spray from the bow hitting the swells came up all the way to where the smokers were standing. That, together with the strong winds, made it nearly impossible to get a cigarette lit, never mind smoke it.
Like I said, those days were a blur, however, it was during these blurry days that I realised something again (and this was not blur at all, it was clear as daylight): I knew I wanted to come back to this ship, but not as a passenger, as a CREW MEMBER! That dream has not yet come to fruition, but, I am working on that, now more than ever, to make that dream come true.
In my next post, I’ll be sharing some of our adventures in New York.