Well, I made it. I am settled into my outside, deck four cabin on the MV Explorer and I am ready to go. Yesterday was quite possibly the longest day of my life. It was Leah’s birthday, so we rang in her twentieth year at midnight in a karaoke bar in Halifax. SAS students had taken over the town, and we had a great night meeting people, dancing, talking with Halifax locals, and performing a less than perfect rendition of “Don’t Stop Believing” that brought down the house. After some terrible Canadian pizza and a few hours of sleep, it was time to board the ship.
I lugged my luggage down to the port and was faced with one of my most dreaded things in the world: a line that stretched for what had to be half a mile. After four hours (more than I had slept the night before) of standing in the ridiculously cold Canada summer weather, we were on the ship and ready to go!!!
Our room is a closet. Seriously. I thought my dorm room was bad—try three girls in closet for 66 days. At least it is a closet with a view. We have a window room and I find myself inexplicably captivated by the gently rolling ocean. There was a bit of seasickness going around, but at the first sign of queasiness I took a Dramamine and went to bed. Now I am good as new and eager, or maybe not so eager, to start classes tomorrow. So far, so good!
Bon Voyage,
Bonnie
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