What a ship, and what a great experience to get to explore her while she was new and shiny, in the excitement of her inaugural season. No, she didn’t unseat my twin Spirit class favorites, Miracle and Legend, from their tied-score spot at the top of my personal list, but she did impress me.
I’ll do an extensive review of the ship soon, for my blog, complete with more photos and reviews of the different venues and a lot of commentary on processes and changes and both the good and the bad of some new ways of doing things. But for now, I want to talk about Vista’s triumphant trek to her new home in the United States and how that makes me feel.
My ten-day whirlwind voyage through Europe seemed to go by in a flash. I wasn’t ready to leave … and yet, I’m glad that I did. Oh, I badly missed getting to see some of my cruise friends who were boarding in Barcelona for the transatlantic crossing (TA), and I was disappointed that changes to plans had resulted in John Heald (Carnival brand ambassador) not being on board for the Med cruise and Matt Mitchum being on vacation instead of being our cruise director as originally planned.
However, Matt did join us for the last few days of the cruise, and I’ll see John in February on Blogger Cruise 10 (BC10), along with some of those friends I missed on the TA. The rest I’m sure I’ll manage to get together with soon. While I would have liked to experience some long, lazy sea days after the rush, rush, rush of port after port (Athens, Rhodes, Valletta, Messina, Naples, Civitavecchia (Rome), Livorno, Marseilles, and Barcelona), after those ten days, it was time for me to come home.
All that tempting food starts to weigh on me (in more ways than one). I start longing for a faster and more reliable Internet connection, my multi-monitor array, my much-larger shower, the ability to go forage in the kitchen for a snack without getting dressed (although yes, when I’m off the ship, I do miss room service).
Now it’s been twelve days since I debarked, but it seems much longer. I’ve been following the social media posts of my friends who stayed on board, and living the crossing vicariously through them. When the seas got rough between Gibraltar and the Azores, I was a little envious since I do love it when the ship rocks and rolls. I enjoyed the photos of the on-board activities, incredible sunrises and sunsets at sea, and the beauty of Bermuda that they shared.
However, hearing about long hours with no Internet connectivity due to satellite positioning, illnesses, and rude passengers (likely exacerbated by so many people cooped up in relatively limited space for such a long time), I once again was glad I hadn’t been able to do a B2B (back-to-back cruises) this time.
I know from past experience that around the 12th day, I’d have started to get homesick. I have friends who spend more days out of the year on ships than on land; it works for them, but it wouldn’t work for me. To me, my cruises are special times – an escape from everyday life – and if being on a cruise became my everyday life, it wouldn’t be so special anymore.
For now, though, good night to Vista and all of those who are spending this last good night cradled within her hull. May the ocean rock you gently to sleep.