In October Nate and I were fortunate enough to spend a seven day vacation on the world’s largest cruise ship, Royal Caribbean’s Allure of the Seas. It was a beast, let me tell you.
Why should you go?
You can simulate surfing in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Oh, and zipline, ride a merry-go-round, rock climb, watch the Broadway musical Chicago, see Olympic medalist high divers in a theatrical water show, get a swedish massage, relax in a hot tub suspended over the side of your ship equivalent to 14 stories high, run 5K around the perimeter of the ship, and eat six meals a day – if that’s your thing.
If you time it right, watch the World Series on two massive theater screens, outside while rocking gently to the waves.
You can order a Starbucks tall extra hot skinny mocha and it tastes exactly like the one you drank at your office desk last week. Except for you paid for it with your magic room key card and your barrista writes your name on the cup without asking you what your name is and it’s 30 degrees on deck. Did I mention it’s 30 degrees outside?
You can also hug the penguins from Madagascar (check!).
If that isn’t enough – you are visiting four countries in seven days while unpacking once, sleeping in the same bed every night and being waited by the same waitress at the same table who knows your name and gives you green apples with salt when your feeling a little woozy because you were stubborn and didn’t put the sticker behind your ear.