Cruising to Bermuda

I am no longer a virgin. I've taken my first cruise. And survived Hurricane Joaquin and the Bermuda triangle, although on Day 2 that was not something I was taking for granted. Days roll by on a ship, I discovered. Time is unimportant and news revolves solely around where you are eating your next meal. But I digress. Day 1 we boarded in New York City as Hurricane Joaquin was just in front of the east coast. It was heading directly for Bermuda and so were we. By afternoon, our sailing had been delayed until 2 a.m. of Day 2. Since I was fearful of seasickness and the ship was tightly anchored in port next the Intrepid, I felt solid and safe. Almost as if we were on land. That night we had dinner and saw Cirque de Soleil which was truly amazing. Then we went to bed for a few hours and set our clocks to see the ship leave NY harbor.

The New York skyline is one of my favorite views anywhere and to see it lit at night from the water is one of the most amazing sights I think I'll ever see.
Watching the skyline disappear, the bridges twinkling like diamond necklaces, and seeing the Statue of Liberty is an experience I rank up there with my favorite travel moments. I've lived in or near New York all my life and my ancestors sailed into the same harbor. Leaving NYC by ship make me think about all they had gone through to get to the US.

Later that morning, we were rocking and rolling. The sea was rough and none of us were doing well. Most of the people on board were not doing well. My accoutrements (wrist bands, patch, ginger candies) were not helping. I resort to drugs and by evening, it was all good.