Two charming Italian men and dinner on the waterfront, what more could a girl ask for? Last night we went out in Nassau, Bahamas with my favourite Captain (Placido). He is seated on the left and my husband is on the right. I first met Placido in 2005. I have photos of his wife Pia from my first Christmas with my husband onboard a ship stationed out of Galveston, Texas.
I remember Placido because he was always smiling and friendly. I still have the gold anchor pin he gave me! I had the pleasure to meet up with his wife again at the Rome airport where we connected to our overseas flight to Florida. They are from Palermo, Italy.
Having dinner at the Captain’s table can be a bit daunting. Of course it also depends on who the Captain is too. I have had the pleasure of meeting quite a few now and at first I was a bit intimidated by it all — just imagine having breakfast, lunch and dinner with your husband’s boss every day!
Before we got married I was still the “girlfriend” and was never taken quite so seriously. I’m also considered to be “American” by most because to them Canada is just an extension of the USA. Chew food, swallow, bite tongue and order a lot more wine.
I have since become a lot more comfortable with these dining arrangements and my role at the dinner table and as the Captain’s neighbour. On one ship the Captain had a tiny dog on board and I would often kidnap it and play with her in my cabin. On others, I have invited their kids to come over and make jewellery with me or gone on shopping trips to the mall with their wives.
Now, I can comfortably tease them when their wives go home that they are putting too much salt on their salad and borrow their DVD’s too. It’s always nice when my husband gets onboard a ship and I know who the Captain is. And a bonus when I also know his family and they are sailing at the same time.
When you sail as a family member of crew you fall into a weird category. You are not a crew member and you are not a guest. You have guest privileges but are here much longer than one cruise and getting drunk up on Lido deck and dancing in a bikini would be ill advised. You also have crew area access but don’t work all day like the rest of them and have little opportunity to get to know any of them.
So in a nutshell, this is my life. I have favourite ships and favourite Captain’s. Favourite ports and favourite desserts on the Captain’s menu. And as long as they keep serving wine with every meal I think I’ll do okay with the “politics” of dining with my husband’s boss at every meal.
I am packing yet again to leave tomorrow. It has been a great vacation full of adventure, good food, and good times. I hope they don’t put me on the scale at the airport because I may need to pay extra weight fees!
Next stop: Orlando Airport…London…Genova…HOME!