Xmas Magic Trip report, Day 8 Dis-Embarkation
Okay, we know we have to get off, but we dont want to.
After a little confusion at breakfast (which seating are you SUPPOSED to be at, Mr. Gale?) we settled in for one last meal.
Bonnie took one last picture (410 times).
They wanted us off the ship at 9 am. At 8:59 we were still in the lobby.
While waiting to disembark, Greg and I took turns trying to get each other in trouble with Customs (Where are those Cubans you bought last night, Greg?).
We left the ship and I can tell you no one does dis-embacration like Disney.
Within 10 minutes we had our luggage and were out in the parking lot waiting for our ride to Melbourne, FL. By 9:15 we were on the road.
It went too fast.
The only saving grace was knowing that we WOULD be back on the ship two years hence with our new best travelling friends.
Okay, we know we have to get off, but we dont want to.
After a little confusion at breakfast (which seating are you SUPPOSED to be at, Mr. Gale?) we settled in for one last meal.
Bonnie took one last picture (410 times).
They wanted us off the ship at 9 am. At 8:59 we were still in the lobby.
While waiting to disembark, Greg and I took turns trying to get each other in trouble with Customs (Where are those Cubans you bought last night, Greg?).
We left the ship and I can tell you no one does dis-embacration like Disney.
Within 10 minutes we had our luggage and were out in the parking lot waiting for our ride to Melbourne, FL. By 9:15 we were on the road.
It went too fast.
The only saving grace was knowing that we WOULD be back on the ship two years hence with our new best travelling friends.