My very first cruise.

I do not remember anymore what I was wearing the very first evening I had dined in the dining room.To feel good and never out of place you must lift your head up high,straighten your back and waltz into a room with a smile on your face as if you owned the place. And that first evening my face was smiling,but my heart was crying. Several days had passed in a haze. I would stay in my cabin looking out of the window at the vast expanse of the sea. The massive choppy waves would hit the balcony even though I was on the seventh floor. The wind was wailing, rocking the ship like a mother rocks a crying baby. And then one morning I woke up and I could hear a seagull. And I caught myself singing in the shower. I had not sung for a very long time. I had not welcomed a morning with a smile on my face for eight months. But on that day I was smiling at the sun,I was singing to the seagull. My heart was full of joy. I knew I was falling in love. No,I knew I WAS in love.Totally,completely in love with the sea, the ship. I had stayed on many other ships since,sailed to many new destinations,but the very first cruise is like the very first love - you never forget. CRUISING - you either love it, or you don't. It is as simple as that.