Our wonderful and restive cruise is over. We said goodbye to old friends and goodbye to new friends. We’d only just gotten to the point where you could relax and it was time to pack things up again. We zoned out on the beach, we ran, we swam, we ate and laughed. It was a great time.
So we woke up, had one last, hasty breakfast on board — this time overlooking exotic New Jersey — and then disembarked.
We hit the laundromat. All of those clothes had to be washed. And then repacked. We had lunch and then hustled out to the airport.
At JFK there is a sign just before the security checkpoint. It says something about how TSA does not endorse nor is sponsored by any product or organization you see in the security area. This makes no sense until you look into the tubs for your change and phones and (still!) your shoes:
The TSA remains the worst, in so many ways. My favorite example remains a story of someone I know who inadvertently took a bottle of water through security.
“Whose water is this? Whose water is this? WHOSE WATER IS THIS? Oh well … ”
At least they can unwind at Hampton.
We’re going to unwind on the plane. We’re flying all night. Tomorrow we’ll be in London.
