Swashbuckler: An Elizabethan youth or ruffian often predisposed to street fight and duel, so called by the "swashing" sound created by sword and buckler on the belt as the youth swaggered about town. More likely derived from any person who roved the town, usually in gangs, hitting his sword against his buckler as a way of challenging innocent passers-bye to a fight. The term "swash" also has more than one meaning. In older English swish or swishing, meant "to hit". ...I am a swashbuckler in my heart. I'm not a fighter, though. I have never considered myself a bully. So maybe I am the a romanticized version of a swashbuckler in my heart. Well, maybe a pirate. I would probably dress like a pirate if I didn't think I would look like an idiot or worse yet, Prince. I also think it would be cool to walk around with a sword. At the very least, I would get my own seat on the bus.
The whole pirate theme is prompted because Tess and I are going on an 8-day Mexico cruise this Monday. And although real pirates probably didn't have a chocolate buffet, cruising always puts me in the mood to sing sea chanties and fantasy about sailing the seven seas (not the salad dressing).
I love being on the water. I love cruising. Tess and I got married on a cruise ship last April. The sea is in my blood (along with fat and cholesteral from fine dining). Cruising is a great way for me to satisfy my love of sailing without having to deal with the hassle and expense of owning a boat. Not that I know how to sail. But I know how to cruise.
My biggest pet peeve with cruising, however, is the people. First time cruisers are the worst. For one, they complain about everything. You'll hear them bitching about the boat rocking, the cabin size, the food and the entertainment. They complain about the crew, the ship and the shore excursions. But you can bet they are the ones with four plates each at the buffet stuffing their pieholes with more food than a small family could consume in a week.
If you can overlook the people (no small feat on a ship with close to 3,000 people on it), cruising is just fine by me. I love sitting on the verandah staring at the water. Sometimes I'll pop awake at sunrise and stand out there watching the sun come up over a nice tropical harbor. It's a little slice of heaven that I will gladly go back for a second helping of.
I may or may not blog while at sea. There will be an Internet cafe but as with everything on a cruise, you pay dearly for the price of staying connected to the mainland. Regardless, I will very likely be accumulating tons of blogging material over the next week and I plan to take tons of photos.
So I leave you with this sentiment, "Arggg...."