In the continued effort to fulfill the goals pictured on my 2013 vision board, last week I went on my first official cruise. With my fiancé and his family I toured parts of the Caribbean touching down at destinations including St. Lucia, St. Kitts, St. Marteen and Barbados.
I was reaffirmed of the lesson I learn no matter what vacation I take, big or small: It really is about who you travel with. That goes for the people you’re with as well as those that you’ll meet. Bad company is almost a sure fire way to ensure you won’t enjoy your trip. By bad company, I mean folks that don’t know vacation means to relax, not to micro-manage, control or complain. Bad company can have your ready to haul ass from the most beautiful places on earth.
Before you continue, I warn you I may be somewhat biased. When it comes to vacation I’m just not a beach-blanket-bingo kind of girl. If you’ve noticed some of the most epic experiences of my life have taken place in big cities. I like hustle and bustle, fancy restaurants, shopping malls, and trendy clubs. Relaxing on the sands of a Barbados beach with a rum punch was beautiful for about fifteen minutes and then I found myself wondering, “What’s next?” I make no apologies: I am typical North-Philly born and raised rose from concrete. I don’t snorkel. I don’t jet-ski. I feel like if we were meant to swim we’d have been born with gills. But the great thing about a cruise is that there’s more than enough to do, if you have a little bit of common sense and know where to find the fun: