No, this isn't the Parthenon in Nashville or the Parthenon steakhouse in Murfreesboro, although those are in much better shape. The tiny couple in the foreground is us.
This is Lisa and our friend Amy. Amy's husband is the one who originally came up with the cruise idea. He and I are in the background finishing off Lisa and Amy's leftovers.
This Church saved us when we were lost. It is very near the port. At the first of the day they picked us up in a bus and carried us off towards the Parthenon. They dumped us off in the middle of town (voluntarily) on the way back so we could goof off. We caught a taxi back to the port but none of us (including the taxi driver) knew where that was. But we remembered this Church, which she did know about.
Lisa volunteered for acupuncture for a bad back or sea sickness, both of which were cured by sticking needles in your wrists and ankles. It cures both by pinning you to your chair where a) you can't move so you're not sea sick and b) your back stabilizes.
This was a muster drill where you practiced the coming catastrophe. No, not the problems you get from eating warm buffet food, but the one where the ship sinks. While it was good to prepare for this, I think they went a little "overboard".
A big thing aboard the ship was your steward coming into your room while you're not there and twisting your linens into animal shapes. This assumes two things: 1) I don't mind a stranger coming into my room when I'm not there; and 2) that I have experience washing myself with a washcloth in the shape of a rabbit. I did much appreciate the chocolates on my pillow though....and lisa's.