We’ve just about completed our transatlantic crossing. We’ll be arriving in Portugal at 11:00am, which is the latest port of call I’ve heard of on a boat. We’ve been having a lot of fun with the people we’ve met and some staff we’ve made friends with. We were already friends with Brad, our piano bar pianist from the last cruise, so it was really nice to find out he was going to be on this sailing as well. We’ve since made friends with the Club O2 (15-17 year old hangout on the boat) host, since there are exactly 2 15-17 year olds on the boat and neither of them show up for any “activities.”

As a result, we got to play some Guitar Hero tonight at least, to break things up a bit.

The crossing has also meant a completely ass-backwards sleep schedule. We’ve been eating breakfast at 8 and going to bed around 9 or 10, only to wake up around 7pm, just in time for dinner essentially. Craziness. Tonight, I’m popping a few melatonin and trying to pass out at a somewhat reasonable hour. Fortunately, we only have to meet tomorrow at 10:30 on the boat so it’s not too bad. It’ll just be a pain falling to sleep, you know, 7 hours after waking up. Whoops.

Tomorrow’s a busy day and my first in Europe. (Though Madeira is quite a bit off the coast of the Portugal mainland, such as it is.) Good times abound though, and I’m infinitely grateful that there are no scales on this boat. Because Christ. Seriously.

I hope to get some absolutely *amazing* photos tomorrow. But I’m expecting a great time all around. I also think we’re hanging out with Brad in Livorno, which should be a lot of fun, since we didn’t have any excursions, etc, planned.

More tomorrow, if I get around to it. Thanks, of course, for following along. It’s been a great trip so far, and we’re only, about, a week into the cruise. Good times indeed.