As is usually the case, I am awake long before the alarm would awake me.
We are secure to the dock and the workers are busy preparing to load provisions for the next cruise while they are unloading thousands of pieces of luggage. Passengers leave in a steady stream.
My back has been hurting for several weeks, so I take no chances and will have wheelchair assistance to leave the ship.
I arrive in the designated lounge a few minutes early, and I am immediately assigned an escort to leave.
Adrienne and Steve are going to help Scott and his sick children, and we will all meet at the cars at the Park N Go lot.
We have to wait a few minutes for our luggage, and as soon as we can get our bags there is a porter ready to help.
A brief pause for verification by facial recognition that I can enter the country, and we are on our way to the car.
Adrienne and Steve arrive about 20 minutes later. The lot is very congested, but we make it to the turnpike and head North.
We will stop at our usual truck stop and McDonalds for breakfast in Ft Pierce.
We all order from our phone apps. The savings make it worth the hassle.
Adrienne gets her food and then it happens. All the employees except the cashier walk out. About 15 orders are left in limbo. The gal apologizes many times, but she does not know how to prepare food. All she can do is call her magic helpline.
We ponder just leaving, but are too frugal just to ignore the orders we have paid for.
Within about 30 minutes backup staff arrives and they begin to untangle the mess they were thrown into.
45 minutes later than it should have been, we are back on the road.
Everyone makes it home safely, the bags are unpacked and the clothes washed.
Ready for another adventure, but not until mid January.