The cruel Atlantic

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We are now on the high seas. Our two ports in Europe, La Harve in France and Plymouth in England started out rainy but cleared up as the days went on. I had planed to explore Devon and experience Devon High Tea but it was a tender port, the seas were rough and my back is aching. So I bailed.



Last night I enjoyed a lovely veal chop and capped the evening off listening to the rock group. I so wanted to get up and dance but sanity prevailed. One brave woman got on the dance floor solo and the lead guitarist joined here for a bit.



The seas began to get rougher by bedtime. During the night we were rocking and rolling and today there is rain, thunder and high swells. I am thankful for my cane. It’s 59degrees, pouring rain and winds are 30 mph. There is a weather system to the south and the Captain is adjusting course to avoid the worst. Although I enjoy the feeling of being at sea, I hope the weather will change.



Uncle!!! It’s now three days later and the seas are still rocking. So much so that the stern leaves the sea and returns with a giant thud. So much so that I haven’t left my aft balcony room for over 24 hours. Yesterday morning I headed forward to the library and to pick up Advil. By the time I got back to my room I was in a cold sweat. I think I really did it with the fall in JFK. Flat on my back in bed, I enjoyed a movie marathon then ordered High Tea for dinner and settled in for the night.





This morning the skies are partly cloudy but the sea is still running wild. Enough already

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