On our way back to New York, Captain Guiseppe must’ve decided to go warp speed through the three-foot swells, because I have never felt so sea-sick in my life. On our final fun day at sea, there wasn’t too much fun going on. But there was a lot of me whining to Mr. Moore about how sick I felt. At least the evening was enjoyable, even if it wasn’t possible to capture it in photos due to copyright laws or some nonsense. We had our last dinner with Meghan and Aaron and then the four of us spent the rest of the night laughing our little heads off in the comedy club.
Here’s the day in one photo: