One-two-three Corfu

Here we are back in Corfu for the third time in less than a year.  We decided it wasn’t worth the effort (off the ship, shuttle to the terminal, shuttle to the town, long walk to the Old Town) to get off the ship for lunch or shopping, and besides, I had a program to refine for tomorrow and another to write for Kusadasi.  So, we spent the day aboard our beautiful home.  Dwight’s immersed in a novel and I’m immersed in my lecture schedule.  Maybe it’s a good time for general observations.

·         Life aboard ship is not half bad, even with the stress of lecture preparation.  People wait on you all the time.  How can you complain about that?  It was maybe a mistake to take on the Rome-Venice schedule, but hindsight is 20-20.

·         Greetings are important.  The staff always greets you with a smile and asks how you’re feeling.  Fellow passengers avert their eyes and carry on without acknowledging your presence.  Significant?  Maybe all people should go through Oceania’s training classes.

·         Souvenir shops are the same the world over.

·         There’s nothing you can do about the weather, so you might as well not complain about it.

·         On a small ship, you meet people you like and find them again easily to enjoy their company.  On a large ship, you never see them again.

·         You recognize people you like instantly.  It’s all about pheromones, not a rational thing.

·         You never get too old to appreciate compliments.

·         It feels good to dress up every now and again as long as dressing up doesn’t involve uncomfortable shoes.

·         In an ideal world, one would travel with one’s hairdresser and manicurist and/or hair and nails nails that never grow longer.

·         Food is not that important to me.  Too much of it and my system just shuts down.  On the other hand, it’s nice to not have to cook.

·         Two and a half hours spent at dinner is too long.