Wednesday, October 6, 2010

A Bad Case of EVB


My husband and I just returned from a cruise around the Western Caribbean. It was his first cruise, and he is hooked. But now we’ve got EVB; we’ve got it bad. EVB:  that’s “End of Vacation Blues.” It began incubating toward the very end of our trip and blew into a full-blown textbook case the day after we arrived home.

Our cruise was supposed to include stops at Jamaica, Grand Cayman, and Cozumel. But we sailed into a cycle of tropical storms that created 10’ Gulf swells, rain, and 50-knot winds.

But we were not discouraged.  

We had a great room.



With a balcony.




When it wasn’t raining, we spent a lot of time out there.



 We enjoyed delicious food. Lots of it.



We entertained ourselves quite nicely during four days without internet, cell phones, or obligations.




Somewhere, out in the distance, is Jamaica. We didn’t get to stop there and do the zip line over the tree canopy outside of Montego Bay. So long, Jamaica.



We saw flying fish, though, from the balcony during a break in the weather.



And that island over there? That’s Grand Cayman. That’s as close as we got; strong winds prohibited us from tendering, so the port was closed. We didn’t get to snorkel, swim, or take the Atlantis submarine to see life under the sea.



So long, Georgetown. Maybe next time.



The fifth day of our cruise, though, the seas calmed, the sun shone, and we were able to stop at the La Isla de Cozumel.




 We saw Mayan ruins at Tulum.



 We had some beach time.



 Not nearly enough beach time.



So long, Cozumel. Until next time.



So now we’re home. With EVB. Where’s our cabin steward? I have to make my own bed now, and vacuum. And there is no turn-down service. And where’s our chef, and our entertainment director?

And how about the nice young man who brought the tray of Fun Drinks even when we just thought about it? Sigh.

My husband thinks the only cure for our EVB is to move to Playa del Carmen, a beautiful seaside village in Yucatan that captured our fancies.

We still wouldn’t have a chef, a cabin steward, or a Fun Drink Man. But I’m willing to race for that cure.


2 comments:

  1. I think the race for a cure would be to schedule another trip for say Jan of 11.

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  2. Great idea, Glen, so how 'bout a little loan? lol

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