There is an odd phenomenon aboard this ship when I try to navigate back to our cabin after attending a show, a lecture, a lunch, a dinner, or an evening at a bar. Just when I think I know exactly where an elevator or stairwell will place me, I end up in front of cabin # 9120… when our cabin is 9034– all the way at the other end of the ship.
It’s like that movie, “Being John Malkovich,” where you enter a portal into the mind of John Malkovich and get spit out into a ditch along the New Jersey Turnpike, every time!
Our World Cruise 
Have some more fine wine. It improves the navigational skills of sailors.
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You will figure it out after 100 days. Miss you both. Toni
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It has something to do with the fact your ship has never left Miami. The food is real but everything else is virtual reality.
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So then the spare tire around my waist isn’t really there? BRING ON THE BARREL OF PORT AND MORE FRENCH CHEESES!
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It’s like “paradise lost”
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It’s just like “Paradise Lost”
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Great read…..make your posts longer
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Great trip wish I was there 😻
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