For two days straight the only view we had was dense fog. We couldn’t see the horizon, and for 24 hours before our arrival, the fog horn blew at even increments. We couldn’t even see the bridge from our balcony, which had become a familiar sight throughout our trip. It made me feel lost. I kept missing the updates on the TV and intercom about our location but knew that we must be somewhere between Canada and San Francisco, California.
Aiden and I were lucky enough to visit the bridge and meet the Captain. It was a really cool experience. They explained how they navigate the ship and gave details about all of the controls and instruments they use. Aiden wasn’t feeling well so we cut our tour short. He laid down most of the day.
During the last evening we were rewarded with a small sliver of sunshine. It was a good sign, we were almost home. Aiden attended a pajama party at a place he fell in love with on the ship, the kids club. He went there during a few days at sea to get a break from Søren and to play with kids his own age. It also gave us a chance to have quiet time while we took a mid-day nap with Søren.
On Day 12 I woke up early. The sliding glass door was open and my husband was snapping away outside as we came into San Francisco. I was so exhausted that I didn’t bother to look. just rolled over and went back to sleep. We awoke later, had breakfast, and hung around our disembarkation lounge until it was our turn to leave the ship. Once off we gathered our things and took the train home.