Sunday, March 10, 2013

A lot of pictures instead of a thousand words...

We are back, we had a great time.  We relaxed, ate a lot, laughed a lot, missed the kids a lot, and saw gorgeous islands that some day if I win the lottery I would consider purchasing.  Other than that, I think it's just better to start the slide show, because that is what really tells the story of our vacation.
Oh yes, and a waiter asked if we were on our honeymoon.  Which, obviously, made my year.  If you think we are that young and you can't tell by looking that I have four kids somewhere across the ocean, even if you just want a massive tip... well yes, I am that shallow, and I would tip for a compliment.  Seven day Date: a Success!

Day 1: Crisis averted, I found my sunglasses

Kevin claimed he was just really excited about endless coffee. 

Interesting towel displays every night

View from back of ship during lunch.  I could get used to that

Oh yes we are that fun

Ahoy!  Land!

Waving to the Land.  After 2 sea days, it was exciting

San Juan Port

Really... land!

Old San Juan

Wall along Old San Juan Port


My, "hey there's a cat in there!" face



Cristo Chapel, San Juan



San Juan Cathedral: Second oldest Cathedral in America.  Of course, really cool for us.  You've read my other blogs, correct?

This place was filled with cats!

San Juan Cathedral and my new Coach purse.  Oh how I love Vacation Kevin

If the economy gets bad.....

After considering being a Barrista, we found the court house

Look, it was bankruptcy court! Kevin could move right in.  Then, we smiled our way into a tour of the court house.  Kevin said it was very "Jan Johnson" of me.  (That's a go getter attitude, mom.  It's a compliment!)

Entering St. Marteen Port

Where's the Ship?

Gorgeous Beach. 

St. Marteen



El Presidente es delish!


No beach is complete without a man selling fresh coconuts out of a wheelbarrow.  And his machete

Trying my first sip of real coconut water.  Not super impressed.  But totally worth the $5 to try

We continued our Catholic Tour of the St. Islands, at St Martin 

Statue of St. Martin of Tours, Bishop, 371 - 397 (who Island was thought to be named after by Christopher Columbus)

Dinner on the Ship

Interesting "world tour" restaurant

St. Kitts... On the Left, Atlantic Ocean.  On the Right, Carribbean

This place was unbelievable

Because when you are on a boat, why wouldn't you think about buying a 1,000 watch that comes with it's own bullet proof case? Then again, who tries to shoot a watch? 

Oh yes he did

Safety first

For my Dad.  Always open Dad, Always available

When a chair looks like this, it just makes you pose

In the "nest" .. a level on the ship for reading nooks

Night Lawyer. And of course we act like this in public.  It's only fitting when our kids are gone

Mid ship. 

Weird art all across ship makes for Mitchell's acting weird
 

The Triple B

Zumba.  The Latin inspired dance workout designed to melt off the pounds by shaking ones hips like Shakira in a music video.   I'm sure it works.  I would never do it because I wasn't born with the gyrating gene.  And before you tell the computer screen that I don't have to be a pro to attempt it, because heck, everyone looks foolish,..  Save it.  I'm not going to argue with Shakira. She did say her hips won't lie. But her's were Latin, mine are Irish.    

My beef is not with an honest workout class held in a gym on a cold Midwestern day, filled with middle aged women wearing socks and tennis shoes.  My write up is about Cruise Ship Zumba.  Or as Kevin and I nicknamed... the Triple B's.  Granted, this was all thought up as my face was planted into a lounge chair for 7 days, only looking up for a good laugh at the participants, or because my drink was empty.  But I was subjected it to it twice a day, for seven days, so now, my material feels never ending. 

The "Triple B's," consist of three items that if present while working out, may constitute a true calorie busting activity.  Have one, missing two, your workout still counts.  Include two, and skip the one, it still will trim that waist.  But, if you strapped on your sweat band expecting to relieve your booty of the chocolate brownie downed at breakfast, and you find yourself in a "Triple B" situation.... sorry my friend, this workout is not going to make those jeans any less, Skinny.

As amature cruisers, Kevin and I feel solid in our defining of each "B."  We couldn't tell you about the engine of the ship, or who the lead captain was, but we can definetly let you know if your workout is about to be a collosal failure.  So, if you find yourself with a:
Bikini, Beer, and Barefoot, you have entered into Triple B disaster.  

You see, we thought about it, and any of those B's by themselves could be good for the body.  I've seen tri atheletes in competition, riding bikes or running, in a bikini.  In my days as a one time marathoner, I've been known to throw back a shot of beer offered at the fueling stations.  I've seen beach volleyball players in the Olympics competing in bare feet, and bikini's. 

However.  If you find yourself on a cruise ship, in a strapless bikini, bare footed, with a beer as your source of hydration, then we are sorry to disappoint, but you are not working out, however warm you might become in that Carribbean sun.  You may be giving the fat man in the lounge chair behind you the best thrill of his day; but you are not working out.  You might even be moderately good at imitating the world class (may I add professional) Zumba leader with your skinny pre-child bearing hips, and white girl moves; but still, you are not working out. And if, by some miracle, with all of your intense jumping your strapless bikini top is still hanging on, then you are lucky, but, still not working out.  You are doing something else, but it is not exercise, it is called, clubbing.   

But, the ladies on this boat continue to flock around the leader, and the buffet.  So there's a chance my findings could be incorrect.  All I know is that Zumba, on a cruise ship, or a gym, is just not for me.  There is something that screams high school horror story when I think about dancing in public.  And I would much rather be running in my basement than clubbing mid day.  But it's all the rage.  So maybe some day, if I find myself cruising again, I might just lift my face off of my chair long enough to see someone actually sweating from all of that hip action.  Then I will have to admit, Shakira and her hips, were right all along. 

morning Zumba class

Afternoon Zumba.. bad picture, but so many more bikinis, and beer