The Encore

3.15.2012

Our Caribbean Cruise 2012 Encore video.

Enjoy.



hubs reference to me acting southern was this vlog
when he talked about me "destroying the family," he was referring to this

Happy Weekend.

St. Thomas and St. Maarten

On the evening before we were to pull into St. Thomas, our captain came on the loud speaker and told us there was a fairly good chance that we would not be able to make it into port. That the weather was potentially too dangerous to navigate into St. Thomas, which in turn would mean we would spend the day at sea, ultimately missing our island experience. Fortunately, the good Lord above heard my prayers and the skies cooperated, dropping us off at 9 am at the gorgeous caribbean island.

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We hadn't planned on taking a guided tour during any of our stops, but we somehow got caught up in a sightseeing expedition. Some yelling and cursing may have been involved, but that is besides the point. We ended up on an open air bus with fifteen other strangers, stopping off at random points of interest on the island. Hey, at least there was free local rum.

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I asked for that giant bottle of rum to go. It exceeded the weight limit at the airport. 


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After our guided tour thingumajig, we had our driver take us to a private beach where we could swim and snorkel. We ended up at a fabulous bank with tiny grains of soft sand and teal blue waters. It really was like all the pictures you see in a magazine.

Only better.

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(and yes, I photoshopped my stomach. Do democrats lie pigs fly?)

I had an underwater case for my camera, but unfortunately, there wasn't much to see.

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I asked the husband to take a picture of me underwater, for keepsakes.

This was the result...

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He didn't even try.
Men.

After swimming in the ocean all afternoon, we worked up quite an appetite. This little shack had the best food south of the United States of America.

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You know what else they had? A little blue bag full of some unknown substance. A guy working at the shack motioned for my husband to come over, and once he did, he tried to slip him a blue baggie into his palm. When the hubs asked what it was, the guy answered "cocaine, or anything else you want." Then my husband had the gall to respond with "sorry dude, but I don't do drugs." Excuse? Speak for yourself dear husband. What, could you not do one nice thing for me during this trip?

No worries though, because I'm pretty sure shack man snuck some magic into our pina coladas.

God this place is great.

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And don't you forget it.

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When I snapped this picture of hubs on the beach...

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I had a deja vu moment. Haven't I seen this scene before? Oh yes, I took the exact same picture almost one year ago...

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(photo taken in the Dominican Republic. Hubs, time for some new swim trunks.)


St. Thomas was amazing, but it was nothing compared to my favorite stop, St. Maarten. (Besides the "extracurricular activities"). 


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I loved St. Maarten. It was gorgeous. Simple. Serene.

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I'll take the boat on the right, thank you.

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We hopped in a cab and asked to be taken to a phenomenal secluded beach where we could just relax and take in the sweet ocean air. We got our wish.

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oh don't worry St. Maarten, you will. You will.

Another highlight? Stopping in at a jewelry store on the way back to the ship and trying on a $150,000 flawless diamond ring. Needless to say, hubs didn't buy it for me.

Asshole.


Tomorrow: Caribbean Cruise Vacation Encore.

The Bahamas

3.13.2012

The first stop on our cruise was Nassau, Bahamas, home to Atlantis. Can I just ask, why do the cruise lines have to pull into port so early in the morning? I mean, you would think they would assume most of the thousands of passengers were out late the night before throwing back vodka shots, no? And then they expect us to be up and at 'em by 8 am? Hogwash I tell you.

Anyway, up early we rose and headed straight to Atlantis. Rob had been there before with his ex (gag) and the jury is still out if I have ever visited (long story). Want to hear something funny? When I got into a service area, I turned on my phone to check messages and got this picture text from my sister Boobie, with the caption "uh oh, that top one from 509 isn't directed towards you, is it??" (509 is our area code)...

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(from the popular site "texts from last night")

That gave me a pretty good laugh. My family knows me well. (And no, my confusion over visiting Atlantis before and being deported from the Bahamas are not related. But wouldn't it be awesome if it was?! I gotta step up my game a little...)

Anyway. Atlantis was...eh. Don't get me wrong, it was gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. However, we just walked around the perimeter and saw some pretty cool sea life...from behind glass. If we had been guests of the Atlantis and were staying at the hotel, I'm sure I would have loved it much more. Then we would have had access to the amazing waterslide that shoots you underwater through a tube and right past the shark tanks. It was a nice day (however a tad too chilly to strip down and swim in the ocean) and I did manage to get some pretty decent pictures.

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getting off the boat. Atlantis in the background.


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Atlantis.

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the waterslide. drops your straight down and through a tunnel of sharks.

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I think my heart is shaped like a palm tree. true story.

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his shirt says 69. HA. ha.

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face-off 

After Atlantis, we headed into town and were just about ready to sit down for some off-the-beaten-path local caribbean food when the hubs spotted SeƱor Frogs. Not sure if it was the slogan out front "If drunks could fly, this place would be an airport" or the half-naked college girls who were doing the conga, but hubs bee-lined it for the restaurant and it was either follow along or lose my husband in the Bahamas forever. Ok fine, maybe I was the one who started the naked conga line, but still.

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his

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hers

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mine

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check out those butts

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he made me

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fresh tableside quacamole

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Afterwards we just strolled around downtown, saw the sights, hauled our beer in a bucket and just took it easy. When in the Bahamas...

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Peace out Bahamas.

Tomorrow: St. Thomas and St. Maarten

ps. thanks for all your awesome comments on my post yesterday. I wish I could pack all you guys in my suitcase and take you with me. I'll be catching up on all your blogs this week!