There was a process to be followed – before we boarded.You know we stayed in a motel in Fort Lauderdale the night we arrived, a motel with a nice courtyard
but the room – not so much. It was, at least clean. That worked for one night.
We boarded the shuttle to the cruise port
where we were deposited at the appropriate terminal for our cruise. Then, we did what all cattle do, we lined up in a proper – or nearly proper – queue.
While you stand, you might as well enjoy the beauty around you, right? You might as well point the camera and click, right?
Moving on, the luggage that was deposited in batches on the sidewalks had been loaded into carts
at about this time, the Artistic One realized she had left her boarding pass in one of those bags. Oh dear. We charged forward, taking the optimistic attitude that they would accept her using my boarding pass – we were in the same room, after all. We didn’t really think anyone would be interested in digging her bag out from the bottom of that cart. So we waited in line. Because we are obedient. Sometimes.
It worked. We were allowed to enter the ship. Sighs of relief.
To our room, watching from our veranda as we departed Fort Lauderdale