An Ode to an Enchantment of the Seas Cruise: Enchantment of the Seas Cruise Review by pavilpoet
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An Ode to an Enchantment of the Seas Cruise
Enchantment did not disappoint, for on the last day of the voyage did she, display the big game on the theater's 2 deck high screen, with hamburgers, hot dogs, chips and guacamole. And though the Packers won, and some fans a bit forlorn, they can say that they witnessed the game on probably the largest screen ever born.
We left in flurries, we returned to Baltimore in ice; in between the days were 75, sunny and nice. Our neighbors did send us photos of the frozen snow pile out their window they did stare. Though less than an hour after dropping our luggage off, we were on the ship seeking out lunch and a lounge chair.
The engines More hummed, the water churned, down the Chesapeake we turned. Gathered in the Viking Lounge stood a hearty and foolish few—partaking of the self-important ritual of counting the rivets of the underside of Key Bridge we cleared by a only a yard or two. Vision class is the largest ship that can safely sail under the Key. We hold our breath each time we've left, that the mast does not become part of the scenery.
So quickly do we adapt to the thrilling life at sea, the dining room and Windjammer buffet call for those to eat heartily. We made some friends in the waitstaff, who always brought us the lemony drinks not spiked. The food choices were healthier still - mango flavored water—what a refreshing drink to like. We made the most of Vitality, Royal Caribbean's low-calorie menu fare.
The choices were quite delicious, surpassing some standard cruise ship fare.
Our first call, Port Canaveral, the most fundamental dilemma ensues—take the child to the mouse kingdom or visit the big rockets and Space Shuttle, painted in a building of reds, whites and blues. Our son, he won; to the House of Mouse we went, transported in motorcoach provided by Enchantment. Though the day was somewhat short, to a five year old it was more than enough. I'd rather take the slow boat to Disney, than deal with TSA at the airports rifling through our stuff.
Port two: Key West—the most laid back place you'd ever see. Stroll down to Hemmingway's house and watch his famous 6-toed cats strolling the grounds quite free. We picked up a souvenir, a wine bottle deformed in an artsy way. Now upon our table it resides, reborn as a cheese tray. A Spanish shipwreck museum, Margaritaville, and other larger-than-life figures hold sway-- the megaship tied up right downtown, bobbing at the end of the quay.
Port three: Bahamas: The ship arrived in Nassau harbor and pulled off an acrobatic feat, spinning 180 degrees on its axis, backing in nice and neat. Along the shore, the straw market draws you in, with thousands of t-shirts, arts and ceramic crafts you know not where to begin. Found a pirate museum just down the block, the best of the bunch I've seen--the buccaneers so mean and lifelike aboard their ship, my son wants to join them for Halloween.
The days at sea were quite lovely, unhindered by the ship's frenetic pace. So many things to do: swim in the pool, dance the rumba, or play a kazoo. Still amongst all of these activities most planned, the best part of all was finding a chair in the deck with book and a fruity drink in hand. We drank enough of their specials, to bring home a set of six. The blue and gold swirly patterns, our own martinis to mix.
Too soon the end has come, on adventure-filled days do fly, and we alone facing thoughts of home a tear to wet our eye. For though we look forward to another Enchantment, the departure date foretell, this cruse alas is ending with the sound of the ship's horn and bell. Less
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