Sat., Sept. 20, 2014
I open our stateroom in The Norwegian Jewel – pop! It glows with exuberant colors, but the cots are pushed together to make a double bed, and the safe is locked. I rush out to get acquainted with the cabin steward, Angelito, who promises to fix anything and everything. . . “Call me Angel,” he says.
Next up, the Garden Café on Deck 12 where we snagged an outdoor table and a fabulous view of the harbour and the Lions. Good food, too, especially the sauerkraut.
The Library: Picked up a couple of books, but I also brought a lot of books with me. Jane Austen fans alert: you would enjoy Maria Edgeworth’s book, HELEN.
Dinner in the Azura Dining Room: the grilled shrimp were fabulous!
Showtime Theatre: Over-the-top jewel colors look great here. The captain was very hammy, but the dancers, singers, and comedian held up their end.
Diana and I ended up the evening watching really appalling Karaoke in the Fizz Lounge.
In bed at 11:30. Thinking: “There’s a noise in our walls. What is it!?
Sunday, Sept. 21, 2014
2:30 a.m. Scratch, scratch, click. The noise in the closet now. Thinking I should get up, flick on the lights, and nail it. Suddenly, Diana gets up. There’s lots of light from the bathroom but the scratching continues. Hmm. I eye the tiny bar fridge with the overpriced drinks I won’t ever use. I should unplug it, but I don’t.
4:30 a.m. Thinking might as well get up.
5:30 a.m. Orange herbal tea in the Garden café. Staff bustling about. An odd insomniac or two about. Instant connections.
8:00 a.m. Angel: Good morning, Miss Eleanor.
Me: No, no. You’ve got to fix my fridge. I couldn’t sleep a wink last night.
Angel (shocked): No sleep!
Inside the cabin: Scratch, scratch, Click, click.
Angel (big smile): Ahhh! Ang- er! In closet.
Me (puzzled): Oh no, I’m not angry . . . well, not really.
Angel flings open the closet and pushes empty hangers away from its wall.
Angel: Angers, Miss Eleanor. Bang, bang.
He closes the closet and holds up a hand.
Angel: Listen. . . . See?
Silence. Perfect, peaceful, silence.