The first two days of our journey were sea days, which means exactly what it sounds like: nothing but ocean in every direction. In total, we spent about 64 hours sailing before finally reaching Aruba tomorrow morning. These were slow, unhurried days - the kind that blur together.
There isn’t much to report from those hours at sea, and that’s kind of the point. Life settled into a simple rhythm: eating far too well, walking endless laps around the deck, lazy afternoons stretched out in a hammock, and squeezing in workouts to balance out the food. Time feels softer out here, measured less by the clock and more by meals and sunsets.
Looking back, I also realized I forgot to mention something about Miami before we left. The city felt surprisingly different from what I associate with the United States. In many ways, it felt much more like Latin America. Cuban and Mexican restaurants were everywhere, and Spanish was by far the dominant language we heard around us. English seemed almost secondary - spoken mostly not as a first language.
Anyway, let the food pics speak for themselves.
There isn’t much to report from those hours at sea, and that’s kind of the point. Life settled into a simple rhythm: eating far too well, walking endless laps around the deck, lazy afternoons stretched out in a hammock, and squeezing in workouts to balance out the food. Time feels softer out here, measured less by the clock and more by meals and sunsets.
Looking back, I also realized I forgot to mention something about Miami before we left. The city felt surprisingly different from what I associate with the United States. In many ways, it felt much more like Latin America. Cuban and Mexican restaurants were everywhere, and Spanish was by far the dominant language we heard around us. English seemed almost secondary - spoken mostly not as a first language.
Anyway, let the food pics speak for themselves.
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