Taken near Bakersfield from 11,500 feet. We finally left the fog behind after that.
Just out of the airplane in San Diego. Note Daisy wandering under the tail.
One thing I as a bit worried about was the possibility of getting sea sick. I am not prone to motion sickness, but I once spent the day on a fishing boat in rough water, bent over the side every twenty minutes. Since then just the mental image of a boat in the ocean has made me feel queasy.
We sailed out of San Diego Harbor as the winter sun began to set, and that evening as we steamed down the coast, I could tell that we were in for a smooth ride. The swells and the winds were both pushing us along, but I wondered what that meant for the trip back.
We spent the next two and a half days at sea, eagerly awaiting our arrival in Acapulco as the cool, dry California air gave way to the balmier, warm, moist air of the tropics.
I read somewhere that Carnival is considered the "Walmart" of cruise lines. This did not seem like a compliment. This, and the cheap price, helped me to keep my expectations low. I envisioned a ship full of 300 lb. americans lining up to a buffet trough of mediocre food in cutoff jeans and tattered t-shirts. I packed accordingly.
I showed up the first evening at the dining room in jeans and a t-shirt, glanced across the room, and realized I had made a mistake. This very respectable looking crowd, many elderly, but also many families, some with small children was well dressed and fit. Fortunately, while packing, I had at the last minute thrown in a sport coat and slacks. They were put to use for the rest of the week.
San Diego Harbor
Arriving in Acapulco behind a Princess Ship
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