A "Sandy" reality check...
When the captain of the cruise ship (the Carnival Miracle) we were on in the eastern Caribbean came on the PA system and told us that we were going to be by-passing St. Thomas and Grand Turk to go home early and avoid the pending "Frankenstorm", I was lying on my bed shocked, saddened and sort of annoyed, but all the time knowing that he was doing the right thing and keeping us out of harm’s way... but not everyone agreed.
Later that night I heard rumblings of an angry mob rushing up to the "guest services" desk and demanding we stay true to our itinerary and visit our second and third port of call, this would've been madness. We basically would have put ourselves directly in the path of destruction and dared the “storm gods” to do their will… no way, not me! I could care less that we were headed home; it was time.
Did we get bored on the trip back, did we wish for better weather and a perfect vacation, did we want a better tan and different scenery than the deck of a cruise ship, did we feel a little ripped off from the people who’d had a good time on a previous cruise, yes to all… but the best feeling you can have in this life is to feel safe, and we did.
When we got to N.Y. the day before the port was to be closed, we disembarked, walked to the sidewalk, got two hot dogs (kraut and mustard) and sat on our luggage waited for a bus that didn’t expect us for another twenty four hours. It was cold and the lukewarm hot dogs paled to the lobster and lamb chop dinners that we become used to after a week’s time in the ship’s dining room.
The longshoreman argued loudly trying to get our buses parking spots, but we weren’t listening… we were only thinking about how great it was to be safe on terra firma, and we were thinking of home and what waited for us there, and I couldn’t help but notice how good those hot dogs tasted on solid ground.