It sure didn't feel like a Sunday morning. While John and Darlene were getting ready for church, we were getting ready to leave for Port Canaveral.
After an hour and 20 min. drive, we see the ship. We all started yelling and doing the happy dance in our seats!
Port Canaveral
yah! There's our port!
inside the port...

sitting down for lunch



taking time to read a princess magazine in a porthole bench
going up the grand staircase fit for a princess

yah! There's our port!
inside the port...
Instead of hitting the buffet up on deck 9 (too cold and windy for our liking!), we had lunch at Parrot Cay (pronounced key)
sitting down for lunch


taking time to read a princess magazine in a porthole bench
going up the grand staircase fit for a princess
Rebecca's Oceanear's Lab
The sign for the girls restroom in the Oceanear's Lab
The sign for the girls restroom in the Oceanear's Lab
the restroom geared to their height
items on/in the desk
Our goodies for being a Castaway Member
We could see the Kennedy Space Center from our balcony.
Superbowl Sunday
The view of the stairs outside our room- 7th floor, midship
everyone's favorite- rolls eyes...
Got there just in time to get an upfront, prime real estate position dead center for the Sail Away party!
Fabulous Sail Away party!
items on/in the desk
Our goodies for being a Castaway Member
We could see the Kennedy Space Center from our balcony.
Superbowl Sunday
The view of the stairs outside our room- 7th floor, midship
everyone's favorite- rolls eyes...
Got there just in time to get an upfront, prime real estate position dead center for the Sail Away party!
Fabulous Sail Away party!Excuse me there sail boat on the starboard side, you better watch out!
Dinner was at Tritons the first night. Many men were missing at dinner time because they were up on deck 9 watching the superbowl on the massive tv by the pool.










Where we saw Beverly Hills Chihuahua again. 


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