This morning I (1) had a ferry ticket and (2) used it to get
myself on a boat for a ride to my next destination. This is in contrast to the
other day when only half of those things happened, but I’m not looking back
right now.
I’m on an 8+ hour ride from Menorca to Barcelona, so today
is a day of forced deceleration, which we could probably all use once in a
while. It’s hard to get wound up about anything when you’re staring at this for
8 hours. My phone stopped reporting anything hours ago because we’re too far
from any towers. I really don’t need to know what time it is because I’m just
going to be here until we’re done and I don’t know exactly when that is
supposed to happen; I just know it will take all day, more or less.
There is, however, a lot of activity below – cafeteria, bar,
large screen TVs. I’m settled in outside on one of the exterior decks next to the
kennel, where people “board” their dogs for the trip. Dog owners are allowed a personal visit once
every four hours to walk their dogs around some fake grass so that they can
relieve themselves (I was going to write “the dogs, not the people” but decided
to use some self-restraint. I also briefly thought of making some remark here
that included the phrase “poop deck” but it would have seemed obvious and
shallow).
When we set sail, or whatever it is a ferry does when it leaves,
the boat was pretty empty. But we made a stop at Mallorca where a lot of British
vacationers got on, so I’m now hearing more English than I have in a week.
Assuming we don’t sink, that pretty much sums up my activity
for the day. Now back to my yoga pose.
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