Traveling with Mr. Golden Underwear.
Slow day, as we boarded our ship for the next 10 days and left Lisbon for our next stop, Porto. With the average age of the passengers on this cruise being in the low 70s, we’re kind of feeling like we walked into a brochure for a community for active seniors. For some reason, one of the excursions is to be in a Colonial Penn Life Insurance Commercial with Alex Trebec. Instead of gathering around the piano bar, they hover round it in their electric scooters. 1/12th of the passengers have been on the ship, since Australia 92 days ago. We met one of these couples and the guy actually referenced his Fidelity portfolio, so they were basically a mirage in your 401K journey. As pictured, budding author, Scott Twomey, wants to write one of his novels that teem with ass violence on a future 2030 world cruise, but by then his protagonist, Jim Deacon, will be so worried about his prostate that he might not be able to tune up a few drug lords like in his first 2 novels. Our waiter from Croatia told us that this cruise is different, since the guests have manners. Dorothy, we aren’t on Carnival anymore!
Rubber Chicken 