Had some issues in the buffet with people jumping in line and taking the last of the food, but was able to wait for lunch, which was almost ready to be served anyways. Learned a valuable lesson about coming to breakfast late: you will be required to defend your place and the remaining food with vigor and ferocity. People say that Americans are rude, but quite frankly, at least WE understand the concept of waiting in line.
Chris, Ton, and I took in a lecture on the history of Rome, which I thought was a bit broad, but I suppose that is what you get when you compress a thousand years into 45 minutes.
I bowed out of wine tasting, but apparently, Dan now has a blood feud with a man who cut in the line ahead of him and he plans to duel it out at dawn. His choice of weapon is a basketball. I personally would have opted for something a bit sharper, or with a bit more firepower, but Dan is apparently very sure of his skill. Now all he needs is to pick Chris as his second, and this can't possibly get any better.
Had a brief Greek language lesson in the afternoon, short phrases and useful words, which will hopefully be helpful in Santorini tomorrow. I actually bought Lonely Planet Italian, Greek, and Turkish travel phrase books, but they are, of course, very usefully laying on my bedroom dresser at home at the moment.
Dinner tonight was formal, boys in suits, Ton in the silver dress she wore to my wedding, me in the blue Evan Picone. Meal was superb again (Chateaubriand) although I had to quell a debate at the table behind me regarding the content of my shoulder tattoo (which probably caused the debaters far more embarrassment than myself.) Perhaps I should begin carrying a card inscribed with Donne's Meditation XVII, just to make things easier?
Went to the Captain's toast in the theater after dinner, and have to say that it was one of the most pleasant surprises of the trip thus far. He was incredibly funny and endearing, and if I had to place a wager I would think that there are hundreds of older single women currently hunting him through the corridors as I write this. I hope he has good security on his quarters, because he is going to need it. These cruise-going women are dangerous.
Headed to Santorini, Greece, tomorrow. We apparently ride donkeys up the cliffs to the town so that should be an adventure. This is when we need Audrey!! Team Ramazon Goes Mediterranean. I see a show for the Travel Channel in the works...
Notes for today:
-Rediscovered the joys of gummy Coke bottles. They are great at midnight while sitting on the top deck gazing at the sea...
The boys tear up the Bocce court...
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