Thunder rumbled and lightening flashed across the horizon...it was 4:30 in the morning.
Looking out our window on the ship we could see the offshore platforms dotting the Texas coast, shrouded in heavy rain and illuminated by their work lights, as our ship worked its way toward a dawn docking in Galveston.
The rains on the last day of our cruise were like tears of sadness...it had been a great cruise. We had departed Galveston seven days ago on the Carnival Conquest, under brilliantly blue skies and calm seas. Each day had been gloriously announced by golden sun rises and beautifully blue seas.
With over one thousand miles to Jamaica, our first stop, we had two full days at sea to explore and learn our ship....and learn we had to do as the fourteen decks offered challenges of getting where you wanted to go, as few decks allow a transit along the nine hundred feet of ship.
To the lyrics of the Beach Boys song Kokomo....
Bermuda Bahama come on pretty mama
Key Largo Montego baby why don't we go Jamaica
Off the Florida Keys There's a place called Kokomo
That's where you wanna go to get away from it all
Bodies in the sand
Tropical drink melting in your hand
We'll be falling in love
To the rhythm of a steel drum band Down in Kokomo
our wake churned and slid behind the ship to mark our progress.
Tours and shopping in Jamaica, Grand Cayman and Cozumel offered glimpses of island life and a chance to reacquaint our legs with solid ground.
Sadly, as all good things, we steamed around the tip of the Yucatan Peninsula and crossed the Gulf of Mexico back to Galveston.
It was our first cruise...but not our last.
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