WARNING: This post contains many photos. Proceed only if you have some time. And interest.
Let me introduce you to our home for ten days – the Holland America ship MS Zuiderdam (the u is silent, the i is long).
And some views of the ship’s interior
And there was our stateroom, which I didn’t get a picture of when it was fresh, before we cluttered it with our belongings. This photo is the view looking out our glass door.
Then there was the dining
Did I tell you each dinner came with an appetizer, a soup or salad, an entree and a dessert? Every dinner! Every night! We were taken to our table, usually a table for six where we were seated with new people from many different places each night. The waiter pulled out the chair, pushed in the chair, placed the napkin on our lap and presented us with a menu. I waited and waited for that waiter my first night home – he never showed up! No appetizer, no soup or salad, no entree unless you care to call my turkey sandwich an entree and my Oreos a dessert.Sadness.
And every night when we returned to our room after the show, or the Adagio piano and violin being played in one of the lounges, we found a new friend on the bed along with chocolates and the daily newsletter
The last night, we walked into our room looking for that night’s treat – no animal on our beds! What a disappointment! Then we turned around
What fun! We laughed and left it hanging in place.
And that’s how we were forced to survive for those ten days. Tough life, huh?