I have to admit that I was a little overwhelmed by the whole process of boarding the ship. More than a little, actually. As usual I was afraid to do the wrong thing, afraid to get separated from the group, and simply overcome by the massive newness of everything about the experience.
It was wrong, of course. I shouldn't have been afraid. I was with people who know enough to look after me, at least until I get my bearings. I'm almost there. We had the welcome brunch on deck 9, overlooking the port. That'll be a better vantage point once we get underway and out on the ocean. I followed everyone around, up and down stairs, through bars and dining rooms and lounges, to get used to the layout of the ship. Then I had to lie down for a while.
Eric and I are sharing a stateroom deep in the bowels of the ship. We're on the lowest of the passenger decks and almost fully aft. When we look out the window we can see the water just a little way below us. I don't expect him or anyone else to keep track of me for the next week, though. We meet for dinner at 8:30 every night, our whole group, but the rest of the time we'll just do what we want to do, with whoever is around at the time.
Our group consists of 23 people, out of 2,400 passengers aboard the Vision of the Seas for this voyage. That makes us nearly one percent of the population. Of the 23, I know about half of them, but only a handful really well. I don't know what the next week will bring, but I hope to be more relaxed about it all very, very soon.