trapped

so two bad weeks can we say...it feels like i have the curse of night shift. And when things go wrong the good doesnt seem to matter as much.....nightshift what a relief a break from the guests time to relax and enjoy the ports of call or so you would think, till the curse sets in. First port no going on a day adventure as we have a meeting in the office, so while waiting next to the ship for a friend that never shows my purse gets stolen, with what in it you may ask, my life!!! Both my personal and my professional. Then a few nice days an excursion or two, thrown in with a missed port it was an even playing field, then weektwo of night shift comes you get alot more tired the simplest things seem hard, you start missing the time with your colleauges and the fun things they are doing and most of all your missing sleep. Week two of ports even though different dont seem as grand as your dragging yourself up to go sleep just seems better than port anyday. But you go anyway and have a great time. I experienced pure beautybin st thomas this week as a friends father took me around qnd showed me the locals view of st thomas, beaches untouched and then the rocks and sea colliding in such a way that it was mesmorizing. And of course i checked out some turtles, hell, and the underwater world in grand cayman. But then the curse of night shift strikes again, as time and the meaning of it was lost when on grand turk my ship almost left me. After having a great time with some new aquaintances :-) i was a tad off when it came to sailing time a half anhour to be exact so while thinking iwas early getting back on board i actually almost missed my ship, passport was on dockand i was ready to be left behind. When i got on boardvi realized the reality as my id was taken away and passport given back. So now i wait till i get my id, my freedom back. Until then i am prisoner to this ship.

sitting and watching

So as i sit here in puerto rico at a little cafe on the street i just watch and think. Its like realizing the world around me for the first time. The man feeding the birds where is he heading to where is he comming from. The vendors under the tents the shop owners and the tourists walking down the beautiful cobblestone streets. Then you have us the staff comming from everywhere in the worldand oh what a big one it is. Shiplife hmmm the places you go and people you meet and how they just come znd go through yourlife like a bat of an eye. When to them flying home is a hastle but to you its an adventure to an exotic place. I have reakized one thing ten fold this world is huge and i need to start exploring it.

merry christmas

as i lay here tanning in grand turk on christmas eve cant help but wander where everyone is how how they ar celebrating their holiday season. I wish everyone an amazing holiday season filled of love,family,friends, food and good times. As i spend my holidays on the high seas and islands of the carribean i am thankful for my famiky and friends i have made here but definately miss my family and friends on land sending christmas love from the beaches of grand turk and the blue seas

as i sit hear at myfirst port of call and watch all the guests debark for a fun filled day ashore i cant help but wander what is it that brought me here. What is it im supposed to do. Where is it im supposed to go and who is it im supposed to meet. I live on a moving vessel where others may complain of the waves i believe they rock me to sleep. Where a muster drill has become second nature and an anchor dropping is my morning alarm. When i head outside everyday to go to work i have a differnt backdrop wheather itbe a sunny day at sea. A port day in thee everly growing puerto rico, the mountains of st thomas or the beach of grand turk. My commute is a minute by foot no cars needed.where it snows inside and entertainement is going on daily. But a place where people are constantly leaving and new are constantly replacing. Wether it be the guests, a friend, or even someone more. Its a constant life of hellos and goodbyes. A constant life of moving to new places and seeing new things. But in all the differnts thst you have its also a constant same. Knowing in a way no matter where you are or who is comming and going your daily motions are pretty much the same. Going back to miami yesterday and having lunch with a dear friend made me realize the hustle and bustle of main land is kind of overwhelming and though ship life very different now seems like the real normal life to me. I mean what is reality is it a persons daily activities, a place they they call home, or is it just their real life. The two times i have now been on main land when between ships and at lunch things just seemed hmmm different. I think reality is finally hitting me and now it may not be forever but cruising is my reality now. I received a text from a friend that was on my last ship with me, we were speaking when we were both home for a few days and realized even if only living shio life for a short period of time your judgement on reality clouds and you really have to sit and think what is real life and where is it going to take me. And as of now my reality will be taking me around the carribean.