During my first cruise to the Caribbean, we stopped in several ports, Cozumel, Mexico being one of them. Our tour guide/driver took us to the celebrated Mayan Ruins in San Gervasio, the largest of the 30 Mayan ruins in Cozumel. It was nice to get a taste of history and learn how advanced that civilization was as far back as 2,000 years ago. It felt good walking along the paths of such great people who contributed so much to the sciences that we benefit from to this day.
Our visit to Miami was purely by happenstance. We couldn’t decide if we wanted to disembark from Ft. Lauderdale or Miami for our Caribbean cruise. After doing a fare search on Spirit Air, we decided it made (financial) sense to fly into FF and drive to Miami. We bid for and got a $15.00 per day economy car rental from Hertz via Priceline and we wanted the freedom of checking out Miami on our own terms.
We decided to hit South Beach to see what all of the hub bub was all about. Being a big fan of Art Deco, I was pleasantly surprised to see so many beautifully pastel structures throughout the area. The beach was crisp and clean and a wonder to look at. We didn’t stop to shop because the price tag was way beyond our budget.
Prior to our visit, we became aware of the Vizcaya, an Italian Renaissance mansion that has been converted to a museum. Renovations are frequent due to the humidity that the old structure is exposed to in South Florida. The beautiful gardens alone is worth the price of admission, so I would recommend a visit if you have an affinity for the historical preservation of our nation’s treasures.
Why My First Cruise Is Destined To Be My Last……
My initial impression of cruising as a potential vacation option wasn’t a very positive one. I envisioned myself being held captive by the crescendoing waves of an aqueous prison with the ship’s captain as the warden.
It was as ominous as the doomed band playing on the lido deck while the Titanic sank and those images played over and over in my mind like a piece of celluloid film stuck in an old Bell and Howell. Not that I have a fear of drowning, it was more so a fear of confinement……of being stuck with no opportunity for my feet to touch terra firma.
Now, having experienced the reality of taking the cruise, it was…..um…..pleasant. We had taken Bonine, a drug to prevent sea-sickness a couple of days before leaving and every day while we were on the ship, so we were fine in that arena. The port stops in Cozumel, Grand Cayman and Ocho Rios, respectively, were phenomenal. The service and fellow passengers on the Carnival Liberty were beyond reproach. Everyone was pleasant, helpful and courteous. The food was delectable, the shows superior, the ocean views unmatched….however…..I realized very early on that cruising was not for me.
It’s not easy to express what went off kilter…I can’t say wrong, because then the experience would become one that I regretted and I didn’t. Besides the obvious feeling of being confined/trapped with no place to go, it’s difficult to explain why I feel that my first cruise is destined to be my last but I will try. I’m not usually the claustrophobic type and although the ship was huge, the fact remained that there was no place to go beyond it during sea days. I know that I’m stating the obvious, but if I want out of my hotel room, it’s easy enough to do. On the boat, you are a captive audience, so I realized that this is something that I can’t compromise on in the future.READ MORE