Cruise Prayer

Before I get into the details of the cruise and share some pictures I wanted to post this . . . it is a look at going on a cruise and the trials and tribulations that come with it. I saw this after my last cruise and I think it was on the cruise critic website.

Enjoy.

Heavenly Father, look down on us your humble, obedient cruising servants . . . who are doomed to cruise this earth . . . taking photographs, mailing postcards . . . buying those silly souvenirs only to eat ourselves silly while walking around muggy Caribbean islands in drip-dry underwear.

We beseech you, our Lord, to give us non-stop flights, to see that our planes are not hijacked . . . our luggage is not lost . . . our overweight baggage goes unnoticed, and that there are no hurricanes anywhere on the planet during our chosen cruise week.

Protect us from zealous Immigrations Officers who swear our "certified copies of our birth certificates" are forged . . . from suspicious Customs Inspectors who insist on seeing the $1,000 worth of T-shirts we bought in Grand Cayman . . . keep us from unscrupulous over-charging Jamaican taxi cab drivers, from avaricious porters who would search our bags and discard all the beer and soda therein . . . and from Guest Relations Clerks onboard whose knowledge of the English language stops at "This ship is full. Don't even THINK of asking for an upgrade."

Give us this day Divine guidance in the selection of our cruise ships, that we may find two level showrooms, wide promenade decks, alternative dining options, a pizzeria, bartenders who know how to mix Margueritas, our staterooms made up with the twin beds converted to a king, a cabin steward who understands what lots of ice means, and that we actually paid less than the folks in the cabin next door.

We pray that our waiter and busboy speak our language, our iced tea glasses are kept filled at all times, and that there are no emergency shore-to-ship phone calls from our children which would force us to cancel the rest of our cruise or wash dishes in the galley to pay the balance on our shipboard account.

Lead us, Dear Lord, to 2-for-1 specials on deluxe cruise ships where the food is superb, the waiters friendly, the wine, soda pop and port charges, taxes and government fees all included in the price, and that Richard Simmons was on LAST week's cruise.

Give us the wisdom to tip correctly and forgive us for under tipping out of ignorance or over tipping out of fear. Make the bartenders put a full shot of rum in our Miami Vice and learn to love us for whom we are and not for what we can contribute to their families back in Turkey.

Grant us the strength to attend the daily aerobics classes on deck, to work out frequently in the health spa, to use the stairs at all times, and to order only one or two main courses at dinner.

Permit us to book beauty appointments, massage sessions, thassalotherapy treatments, and to browse through the onboard shops and boutiques without sending our VISA cards into convulsions.

Allow us the will to attend all shore talks and the stamina to sit through another debarkation talk. Give us the strength to keep us from heckling the comedians and from making fun of the Cruise Director and the karaoke performers.

Help us become educated and wise cruisers, visiting the museums, the cathedrals, the forts, the palaces, the castles and the rain forests listed in the shore excursion booklets. If perchance we skip an historic monument to take a nap on a beautiful sandy beach, have mercy on us, for our flesh is weak.

Amen

Ice