The Life and Thoughts of Robyn

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Top 10s from the Parry Cruise

Ok, we are actually home occasionally, and there I do lots of exciting things like laundry and vacuuming, but this will be the second post in a row about a cool vacation! We're glad my husband's parents have now been married 50 years, and all their surviving children and spouses were able to leave winter and celebrate together on a Caribbean cruise . . .
1. Being together. 21 made for quite a group, and we hadn't all been together in 6 years. It was nice to eat dinners and laugh together plus visit individually.
2. The Flowrider (minus points for my ungraceful falls and whiplash). A new activity--a cross between skim boarding and surfing. The 7 Parry brothers pretty much lived on it and worked on all kinds of tricks. Scott even did a handstand. Where did that come from?
3. The Superbowl. Hey, it was actually a good game this year (except for the power outage delay, during which I HAD to go upstairs and get ice cream) and included lots of good commercials ("Come back when you have a team," "Cookies/cream," the Coke race, but NOT the gross Go Daddy.com kiss)
4. Hanging at the pools when 5,000 people got off the ship at port. Let's see: a frozen yogurt machine, no crowds, good music, good books. I didn't even need to move all day :)
5. The diving and gymnastic show. Cool stuff, even 60-foot dives! And a nice, bouncy tramp next to the pool! Made me want to go back 20 years.
6. The rock climbing wall. 6 decks high, it was the highest one I've done.
7. Food, no cooking required. I liked our steakhouse dinner; Scott liked the Johnny Rockets' milkshakes.
8. Boot camp (it was a lot like CrossFit) and a cool running track.
9. The shows: Flowrider stunts, "Hairspray" with a good cast and elaborate costumes, gymnastic and acrobatic routines.
10. Dancing. Brother-in-law Mark won this one, solo and partnered! The rest of us enjoyed 80's night, but what was with the DJ on Michael Jackson night (not even his good hits) and the all-Brazil night? Oh well . . .