August 27, 2012.

The Colonial New England talk was well-received.  Spotlight Lounge, where I made the presentation, was full.  Katrina, the activities director, predicted a good crowd because most people would be back onboard long before 4:00, and my talk was presented after we sailed.

The flowers above were growing out of the limestone rock at Crystal Cave.

Sunday morning we went to an Interdenominational Worship Service, led by Katrina, and it was a very good time.  Simple.  Direct.  God-honoring.  She led us in several prayers, the singing of some old hymns of the church, and some responsive readings.  Before she gave the message (shorter than a recent wedding ceremony of our participation) she asked if anyone wanted to share.  From my experience, that can be disastrous, but the only comment came from two ladies, twins, who are celebrating their 75th birthday tomorrow.  One of them said, “Getting good use out of one egg for 150 years is something to thank God about!

After the service, we wandered off into Kings Wharf and the Royal Naval Dockyard, where we inspected a museum, bought AA batteries (because I forgot to take spares off the ship with us), and then went shopping at the Clock Tower Mall. 

Bonnie bought a few small souvenirs, and I spent $2.50 on a bottle of Coke, cold and delicious.

Today is a day at sea, and we dock in Boston tomorrow.  I think we are just going to off on our own.  I haven’t commented about our costumes in any of these blogs, but I am wearing my #47 Pirates shirt into the home land of the Boston Red Sox (sorry, Bro, I can’t give them your appellation because persons under the age of 60 may read this, and I cannot present a stumbling block, or teach grandkids bad words).

This picture is interesting.  While we slept Saturday night, another ship tied up at King’s Wharf.  It is the Norwegian Dawn, and it is on that ship I gave my first cruise talk (moment of silence – moment’s over).  The windows above the ship’s name is the dining room.  You’ve heard the story about us sailing and all of the engines stopped and we drifted for about a half hour while the engineer got things running again.  We were sitting behind those windows, the last table before the windows, in fact.  Well, Boston tomorrow.

TTFN