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Day 20: Sea Day

We were all very happy to have no reason for an early wake up, I think we slept until 8:45. Boys headed to the buffet for breakfast and I went to the main dining room. Not a fan of any buffet. Nice breakfast omelet, bacon rashers and a pot of hot water since I brought my own Glengettie tea from home.

I met up with the boys and we headed to the sports bar to watch the Women’ World Cup matches. We saw Australia beat France and the Lionesses from England beat Colombia. Hard to pick favorites because all the women have worked so hard, but I was pulling for the Lionesses!

Shortly after the game, we attended the art auction. I was suckered into another piece of art. Mrs. Koog will be happy because it was on sale! During the auction, the water started to get very nautical and B-Koog and I were low key sea sick. As soon as the auction concluded, we headed back to the room to sleep off our nausea. What a nap, it was 2 hours! We both woke up refreshed and it was time to properly use the App to reserve a table for dinner.

As we were getting ready for dinner, the waves and wind kicked up again, but much worse this time. We made our way down to the dining room, only one floor below, and we nearly took a header down the steps as the ship lurched left to right. The hostess walked us to our table, luckily it was by a window and I could gaze at the horizon to limit the nausea. No bueno. B and I were getting worse. We all ordered the filet mignon and they were cooked perfectly. Unfortunately, by this time B and I could not eat anything. Lucky for E-Koog because he ate 2 1/2 Filet Mignons! The waiter thought dessert would help us so he brought 2 chocolate lava cakes and a soufflé. B and I had a bit of the chocolate cake and soufflé but that’s it. Again, our lucky E-Koog ate both chocolate cakes and half of the soufflé. At that point he was finally full!

When you purchase art from a Park West auction, you have an appointment with the dealer to finalize the sale. My appointment was at 8pm. It was now 6 and I could not wait until 8 to take travel sickness medicine, I was just too sick. I think the art dealer saw my Kermit the frog green face and took pity on me and let me cash out immediately. Or she didn’t want me puking on any priceless Peter Max art!

As soon as I cashed out, I returned to the room around 7:20 to find 2 super tired guys readyfor bed. Since we have an early start tomorrow, we were all good hitting the hay by 8pm.

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