Our 'new' cabin on the 'upper deck' - see door to veranda....
For all the inconveniences of moving and putting up with overflowing bowls.....a bowl of flowers.
And where are we going next.....Madeira almost on the horizon.
Sitting in front of the fireplace, reading quietly....
And for the spa-lovers, here is the entrance to the massage parlor, the steam room, the sauna, the gym - all very Greek.
Lovely 'little' Prinsendam as depicted on on of the on board paintings.
We enjoy a beautiful veranda as part of our cabin, spacious and very private. So far, the Atlantic weather has presented us with mostly sunny, but rather breezy conditions. Only the very hardy would sit in the wicker chairs outside and brave the chilly, slightly damp and sticky salt air to read alfresco. Things will warm up on the return journey from Europe to America, when our port side cabin will face south and benefit (I hope) from daylong sunshine.Food for the mind aboard ship:
A lecture about Salvador (Dali) today, which confirmed my earlier opinion of the very famous and flamboyant Spanish artist: he was a little eccentric indeed.
Watercolour class feels a little more like occupational therapy than instruction of technique - so I am inspired to miss a few classes and attend other 'enrichment' programs instead.
Lost cities of the Mediterranean: Pompeii, Troy, Atlantis...there are quite a number of them and we will visit a few and wander around the ruins - Atlantis, of course, is still truly lost.
Life at the bottom of the Ocean, and is is pretty deep here, so a lecture about nighly migration of angler fish, light emitting 'something'-pods and camuflaged or transparent creatures of the deep are explained by our on board oceanographer.
The American Ballroom style dance classes are a hit, although I am saving my feet for the main events during pre-dinner dancing. It is a far cry from Argentinian Tango, though.
What to do in Valetta, Malta - another lecture. It sounds as one need more than a couple of days to really get into the nights of Malta, or the Knights of St. John, or the Maltese Falcon...
The excitement of the last couple of days: one red hulled fishing boat bobbed around in our wake, otherwise the ocean is bare of any traces of humanity and it's trappings.
