We shipmates are squirmy for the rain in Spain. There is only so much Miller Lite and sham-pagne one can knock back. There are only so many laps around a cruise ship. Except we’re not supposed to refer to this journey as a cruise. It’s a sail or a voyage- with all the benefits and amenities of a cruise. Yeah, that’s it. Make sense? You can get your hair Keratin thermal straightened for $400, but you can’t get a waffle. It’s an endeavor, a voyage. I eat potatoes and drink a tea for every meal; my Irish blood is happy. No signs of scurvy yet, so that’s good. Only skippers of the Royal Navy, fighting the Napoleonic Wars get spongy gums. Paulie says she takes her tequila with lemon because Spain has no limes. This doesn’t make much sense to me, considering Spain has several ports. C’mon now! Even pirates have access to lime juice: they add it to their daily ration of water-downed grog. Lemons and limes are not interchangeable, Spain! One needs their greens. So how about it, Modernity?
I saw something in the water yesterday. “Hey look everybody, a narwhal!” It was a boogey. I am reminded daily as to why I am not a marine biology major. I doodled a map on my knee and my art history professor applauded; my zoology professor did not. While the class diagrams mitosis and meiosis, I sketch the dorsal, posterior and ventral of a kitten. Signs of other life are far and few. But we are close-I swear I can smell the Portuguese.
I wrote fortunes for fortune cookies over breakfast with new friends. Happy Chinese New Year! When I got back to my room, a self-fulfilling prophecy was taped to my door. It read: you will see the world in a new light.
Intuition’s only what you take from it. You were there, and I was fortunate. I’m hunting for mermaids, when everyone else is looking for land.
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