Tonight I sit on a private balcony, overlooking the port side of a massive cruise ship that at this moment, I could care less about. My eyes focus on the Mediterranean Sea in front of me. The horizon is only a dark, mysterious outline but I can still make it out. The heavens are speckled with stars, the Big Dipper constellation front and center. I would love to get a telescope out here. I bet the stellar decorations I see above hold more wonders than my eyes can take in. But I’m not on a ship going to Mars, although Italy is a nice substitute.
The waves of water gently thrash against the keel below me with a steady, rolling like sound which soothes my ears and sends a tingle up my spine. As I write these words, the corners of the paper are teased by the wind which is playful tonight. Almost like its asking me…what are you doing? What are you doing? Like a curious puppy fixated on you and only you in a roomful of people.
I still can’t believe this is the Mediterranean Sea. I still can’t believe I’m really here. A body of water steeped in so much history and culture. It truly amazes me.
The cruise ship is okay with its fourteen decks full of swimming pools, restaurants, ice rink, theater, arcade, casino, shopping, library, spa, exercise room, and rock climbing wall. There’s a lot to do if you’re bored looking at water.
Tonight I’m bored with artificial stimulation. The sea offers relaxation. A sight that frees your mind from clutter. A sight that offers a pure diversion from life. A sight that doesn’t fill you up with more stuff, but empties out the stuff you’ve had stored up for way, way too long.
Dad did alright on our cabin selection. The cabin isn’t as cramped as I though it would be. Two nice beds, a sofa with a coffee table, desk with chair, and a enough space to store all our clothes, plus a private balcony of course. The bathroom isn’t that small, but the shower is, and the toilet is…different. Not European vs. American different, but the thing sticks out of the wall like a shelf. Our own toilet shelf. And you have to be careful using it too, since it’s hooked up to the ship’s water system. Basically you don’t have a lot of water to play with. (Not that I play in toilets) So you have to flush a lot more or you will clog up the system. I know you are marveling at that one fact, but that’s enough about the ship’s sanitation system.
To reach Italy, we take one full day to cross the Mediterranean. Halfway there we cross the straits between the islands of Corsica and Sardinia.
That’s a French warship in a task force that passed us. I assume they were on their way to the French naval base at Toulon in Southern France. Surely they wouldn’t be stationed around Corsica. The French wouldn’t be afraid of the Italians on Sardinia staging an invasion would they? Although I’ve heard rumors that the Corsicans aren’t exactly thrilled to be under French rule. But that’s a subject for a different blog.
The weather is gorgeous as we pass the two-mile wide strait. The view of both islands is quite beautiful and makes you wish we could park the boat here…sorry Dad…SHIP here for the afternoon. But we have to reach Naples by seven tomorrow morning.
Oh well. At least I still get to watch the sea until dinner time.
Here are some more pictures of the strait between Corsica and Sardinia.
Next on deck…Naples, Sorrento, and how the Italian police deal with stolen cars.