Sorrento

Oh I like Sorrento! A beautiful cliffside town, I spent the whole day thinking this is where the cheese came from. Then I realized it's Sargento not Sorrento. Anyways, Jared said the town looks Lord of Rings-y but having just come from Wales I disagreed. T'was a hot day and the women folk we're going in and out of the tiny little sandal and trinket shops. For some reason this made me irritable. Especially since none of these shops came with the recommended Man Bench for the unenthusiastic shopping partners. Jared and I broke off from the pack to do our own kind of exploration.

I did find a tiny Buddy...

and this guy, a taxi driver, who pulled over for ice cream and stood just like this for the entire 10 minutes it took him to eat it. It just looks so uncomfortable.

This was a clean, colorful place that Jared and I decided would be a good place to set up a base of operations for European exploration. Or perhaps just Sorrentian exploration.

On with our usual afternoon and dinner antics. Tonight was the ship Pool Party and everyone was outside enjoying the brisk night air and teaching Dad various line dances. Jared and I were casually informed of a crew party that was taking place later in the evening. Jared took this as a personal invitation and resolved to attend. Being a proud instigator, Dad roamed the ship looking for the door that would lead to the crew quarters. To my horror, he found it and giggly informed Jared of its whereabouts. Now for the record, I refused to go. I said "No no no! We're not allowed. Not going!" After a good 12 minutes of Jared holding open the heavy white door that blatantly read, "Crew Only", he physically picked me up and tossed me inside. I immediately went into survival mode and sprinted up the stairs faster that Ellen when she hears her phone ringing, a swirling vortex of white walls encompassing my tunnel vision. I could hear people shuffling around and talking and I thought running straight up would somehow keep me safe. 

The most unfortunate aspect of the whole thing was that one must descend a staircase into a pool of crew members to officially "join" the party. This put my red face hideously on display as I tried to casually saché down the stairs as though I belonged there. I didn't dare look around as I could feel pairs of eyes burning through my black party dress which only helped to distinguish me as an outsider. I could only hear my heart beating and people mumbling about having "never seen those two before." 

We didn't last two minutes before head of security came over in his tank top and flip flops asking for my access card. "My whaaaat?!" I shrieked. Jared managed to get a cup of coffee from Arugala who seemed immensely perplexed by the whole thing. We were escorted back up the stairs, the mob of 50 crew members all smirking and mumbling, thoroughly entertained by our break-in. I remember telling Jared to laugh and act like this was part of the plan until we were out of sight. All in all we were reprimanded very politely however we did in fact breech security and one more slip up would result in being kicked off the boat. Blacklisted!! We were sent back to our room without delay and were even "escorted" there by a little asian sailor who got lost and needed our help to find it. We promptly left again and ran up to Horizons to tell whoever may still be awake. We only found Georgia, still up smoking with Panos, discussing overzealous pet owners.