Last Sunday I climbed off a cruise ship after a fun week of rocking (and extreme rolling) and still felt the waves for 5 days afterward despite the solid stuff beneath me. The cruise included a mission-y element and I met with some of my former college classmates and various church gang members as we traveled around the Caribbean getting our cruise on. It was my first cruise.
The plan was to do projects at most of our ports (for schools, orphans, sick people, people needing new roofs, etc), while we enjoyed the weirdness of life at sea on a fancy boat with an everlasting buffet. However, because of bad weather (high waves and wind measured in knots) the boat couldn’t stop at the 1st 2 ports (including Jamaica), vases broke, & some folks got sicker than dogs. Still, we were able to complete our planned projects in the Cayman Islands & did a few ad hoc things on the ship, so it wasn’t a complete foul up. In fact, I really enjoyed my time and met some cool people in shorts who played Catchphrase in December. I even got to climb a Mayan pyramid in Mexico. That was awesome!
I might extrapolate deeper meaning from it all one day, but for now I just wanted to give a shout out to my Cruise With a Mission peeps. So, hey. Yo. Miss you guys. Merry Christmas!
And Merry Christmas to you, my fine goat-readers.
The secret phrase is motion sickness