We are going on a cruise. Tomorrow.
It's quite a posh cruise (we haven't had a holiday for 3 years, so there's holiday money to be spent. Or that's what we tell ourselves). The boat is a small one, and it's dauntingly impressive. We're going from Venice to Venice, which sounds like a waste of time, but we're calling in on bits of Croatia on the way. And bits of Italy.
But I feel like an imposter. I never had myself down as a cruise kind of person (this was John's idea), and I've no idea what to wear (I live in jeans. People don't cruise in jeans...do they?) or even how to behave. I've got stacks of tee shirts and stuff piled up on the bed, and I'm now in a state of paralytic panic.
But never mind. We have books, and the boat (ship?) has a library open 24 hours a day, so maybe it's my kind of thing after all. And we don't have the dinner-at-the-captain's-table thing, nor do we have to watch girls arm in arm doing that scissor thing with their legs to music in the evenings, which is what I thought always happened on cruises. And if the worst happens, I'm quite a strong swimmer.
I'll tell you all about it when I get back next week. If I get...no. Think positive.
