Tuesday, August 30, 2016

And we are back!

Our 5 day cruise on Royal Caribbean’s Empress of the Seas turned out to be just what we needed.  It provided us with relaxation, beauty and free child care!!  After two long weeks of not parenting Duckie because she was at sleep away camp, we needed to ease back in the responsible adult thing :-)
Somebody was happy to be crusing!

Even though I used to be a travel agent and even worked at the Norwegian Cruise terminal in New York City for a time, I’ve never sailed with any cruise line other than Royal Caribbean.  It’s like when you find a pair of jeans that fits perfectly, you don’t start shopping around for other brands.  You stick with what you know as long as it works.  For me a high level of customer service is important when I travel and in any business/service transaction.  This was my 8th cruise (I think), Duckie’s 4th and Hubby’s 3rd.  Each cruise has left us feeling happy and refreshed, but maybe this one the most. 

At only 5 days and 2 destinations, this was the shortest cruise we’ve taken and it was the smallest ship on which we have sailed.  The Empress of the Seas was built in 1990 and has since been dwarfed by each ship the company has built since.  It was retired and then two months ago it returned to service after being refurbished.  Because of this transition the ship is like a grandmother on Twitter.   The dining room has a old school feel, with chairs that look very much like the carpet, and gold railings surrounding a grand staircase.  But up on deck, a large HD screen floats over the bar showing movies and the Olympics while guest watch from the hot tub or the salt water pool which is small by today’s standards.  Other upgrades include the rock climbing wall, steakhouse restaurant, and in room flat screen TVs with satellite coverage. 

But that’s exactly what made it so great.  Unlike my usual, let’s keep it moving self, I was happy to not have 1 million options of things to do.  In fact, it’s fair to say there was still plenty to do, I just didn’t do it.  There were shows, and bingo and Karaoke, and a Casino, and game shows, and dance parties, and a spa.  But here is how we spend our days at sea:  Breakfast, followed by sitting in or around the pool, while Duckie played with a new friend.  Lunch pool side and then a shower.  Duckie then went off to kids club, which is essentially, summer camp on a ship, and we napped or read or sat in a lounge chair on deck with cigars.  Then we’d head to dinner with or without Duckie (sometimes she preferred to stay eat with the kids club, she’s just not that into being parented, post-camp).  Our waiter was obsessed with making sure no diary was slipped to me in any dish (lactose-intolerance) and the assistant water got me hooked on sour dough bread which was tolerated by my gluten-intolerance.  (It’s not easy being green!) After dinner, we’d watch a movie on deck or relax in the cabin. Then we’d usually have a late night snack before bed.

Our daily view

We spent one full day at sea before docking in Grand Cayman.  We’d all been before so, instead of swimming with the sting rays or having Duckie pull the tails of the gigantic biting turtles (in fairness she was a 1 year old when did this), we just hopped a $5 taxi van to Seven Mile Beach (the Sea Grape section) and spent a few hours swimming in clear blue water with our goggles on to create our DIY snorkeling adventure.  And in between swims we relaxed on the rented beach chairs under the rented umbrella sipping cocktails from the beach bar.  Really, there could not be a more perfect day.
 
Grand Cayman

Tandem Float

Tender Boat in and out of Grand Cayman from ship

After another day at sea we docked in Key West, a favorite place of mine and Hubby.  But we are used to being there at a hotel or with a car to go out and adventure and also to eat a lot.  On foot in the hot sun and with little desire to pay for a meal, when great ones were free on the ship, we found ourselves without a real plan.  After hitting up the Starbucks and CVS it was starting to feel a bit too much like home, so we hailed a cab and asked to be taken to a nice beach close by.  The taxi driver seems to think the beach in Fort Taylor State Park with rocks instead of sand fit the bill.  While I disagreed, we were there, so we rented beach chairs and an umbrella and creeped over the sharp rocks on hands and feet until we were comfortably in the water, and then a thunderstorm began!  Ha!  It started to rain really hard, people ran as fast as one can over rocks out of the water and under the awning of the convenience stand.  We stood under our umbrella, getting dressed and wondering how we’d time our beach trip so perfectly, as to make it a complete waste of time.  But just as things were looking, well overcast, humanity gave us a reason to smile.  The guy at the beach chair and umbrella stand refunded us our rental fee.  We hopped a cab back to the ship got on board and headed to lunch.  By the time we were done the rain had ended and we resumed our normal at sea activity of relaxing. 
 
Key West through the Port Hole
Normally when all three us of cruise together we have our picture taken on formal night and purchase one or two 8x10 photos.  This serves as a simple way to get something close to a bi-annual family portrait.  But because of the small size of the ship they did not have a photographer and backdrop set up outside of the dining room.  Instead they advertised a photo studio with no sitting fees.  So we made an appointment for that last evening and had our photo session.  We came back a few hours later to select photos and nearly fell out of our seats laughing.  The photos were all black and white, which we knew going in, but the photographer used a camera filter which highlighted the whites, thus exposing every single gray hair on my head and aging me by 20 years.  For hubby this caused him to appear as though his hair line had moved back a foot!  We easily eliminated 20 or more photos and selected just three photos to purchase.  Which was two more than, we’d originally planned to purchase.  The photographer was aghast.  He could not believe we would only want three pictures.  So I said, “Yup, that’s all we need. How much will it be?”  I was thinking he might give us a discount because we’d had to wait 30 minutes for him to be available, after he’d asked us to come early.  He said people normally chose more pictures and the digital package was $550.  We were practically rolling on the floor laughing at this point.  Which I understand might have been offensive to the poor guy, since it was his job to sell ridiculous things to dummies.  So I explained we didn’t need the pictures digitally, we just needed 3 prints.  He remained stunned, while thinking really hard and then said … wait for it … “That will be $350.”  Of course, even he couldn’t say it with a straight face.  Suffice it to say I can’t show you how my grays glistened and Hubby’s newly bald head shined, because we left empty handed, repeating every few minutes, “ Did he really say $350?!”
 
But I can show you this photo of me using my Birdling Bag as my everything bag for the cruise/beach  (You might want to get one at birdling.com)

I’m going to go out on a limb and say that photo studio idea won’t catch on with all the other ships.  If it does then I need to start a business selling sand in the Sahara.  I said as much in the survey Royal Caribbean emailed post-cruise.   All in all, it was obvious that most of the staff was new to Royal Caribbean, service was still good, just not great as it usually is.  And based on experiences I heard from previous clients, average service (and food quality) on Royal is still better than good service on Carnival or Norwegian.  So I’d expect they just need a few months to work out the kinks of scaling down their big operation to this smaller ship.  And with prices as low as small ship sailing offers, I think there will be many other guests who are ready to enjoy the relaxing just as we did.

Well that's all for now.  Duty calls time to prep for back to school, back to life and back to dreaming about my next vacation.  Maybe next time I'm in at Miami's airport I'll stop in here ...
Namaste .... Talk soon, BMK

Friday, August 19, 2016

... And then I nearly ruined summer

Just moments after I completed my last post about how I saved summer by booking a last minute cruise for just about free, it happened.  I finally responded to Dave, the voice in my head.  Actually, it was the voice of the Royal Caribbean agent, Dave, who when I booked asked, you have passports right? As, we wrapped up the conversation.  "Yup!" I said, as I forcefully declined his offers for travel insurance (that's for rookies).

So after I published the post, I took a trip down to the safe, figuring I might as well pack the passports now.  But really somewhere deep, deep down, I must have known.  It's been two years since they were last used.  What with school and finances getting in the way (and the lack of a worthy Olympics destination) we've been traveling a lot less and when we do its domestic.

So you already know where this is going.  I'm writing to you now from the Regional US Passport Office in Stamford CT.  As you may know children's passports expire every five years.  (If you have one, I'll wait while you check the expiration date).  I was sure those five years would be up sometime other than NOW!

So 8 days ago I was freaking out.  The kid's passport is expired, I booked a non-refundable trip, kid must appear in person to renew passport and THE KID IS AT SLEEP AWAY CAMP, 2.5 hours away.

Did you just stop breathing?  Well I did.  Hubby came home and we hyperventilated together.  We thought about hitting the road the next day picking her up from camp and driving the 2+ hours from there to the nearest emergency passport location(Stamford or NYC) and then driving her back to camp.  Only to have to go pick her up again to bring her home a week later.  I hate driving long distances. So this idea to me was basically signing up for torture.  Hubby doesn't mind driving, he likes it actually. But then he imagined how mad Duckie would be if we made her miss a day at, "the best place in the world! "

Ultimately we decided on the plan that brings us here, now the day before our early morning flight to Miami to board the cruise.  We left the house at 5:30 am this morning armed with the passport photos I'd asked the camp to take and send me and which I bugged the photo guy at Costco to print (Why can't you do it? But why? What policy?  Give me the thumb drive miss. Sigh) and the 1 million documents and completed forms needed.  With permission we picked Duckie up from camp 3 hours early and headed to Stamford.  We had an appointment for 1 pm but arrived around 11am. Our paperwork was accepted and fees taken by the very friendly staff within 10 minutes.  We were told to return at 3pm.  It's 3:05 and ...

Summer saved again!  Bring on the beaches and clear water ... Talk soon .. but not too soon.  BMK

Thursday, August 11, 2016

How BMK Saved Summer (and Football)!

It appears I'm in an annual denial cycle of summer being just as busy a time as any other.  I've held on to this myth since summers where actually a break from school work, despite working during summer break.  Each year it gets harder to believe in this orange unicorn of a leisurely summer, but I still believe.

This summer I focused my fairy wishes on August when the evils of the universe (I'm looking at you East Orange Buildings Permits Department) stopped throwing obstacles in my way.  My major projects would be done (still looking at you EODPD) and what I hoped would be a successful Operation Backpack drive would be over (it was super successful, many thanks).  Then my Duckie would head of to sleep away camp and all would be right with the world.

But here I am in the midst of her sleep away camp bid and I find myself with financial stresses up the wazu and a new job that I was never formerly offered or asked to accept (welcome to Wally World!)  Still I was on a mission to save summer for me and Hubby, because lets face it Duckie is doing just fine!
Dukie, toughing it out at drop off to her 2nd sleep-away camp of the summer
I used up several notebook pages calculating frequent flier miles, credit card points and travel promotions.  The next few pages went to scheduling.  Because of all things, I have to plan our vacation around the live draft we are having for the fantasy football league for which I am commissioner (you can just call me The Commish).  It falls right smack in the middle of the only two week period during which we can get away.  Imagine my conversations with booking agents, "well that date doesn't really work for me because of the draft."  But alas, it took a whole month for all of the team managers to agree on a date when we could all be in the same state on the same date at the same time.  So I'm not messing with that.

Me, driving around town in a Jeep Wrangler, pretending potholes are sand dunes
My ideal trip would have been to use the miles to spend a week in Barcelona.  Not enough miles to pull that off this time of year.  Second best, go to Seattle/Vancouver and make sure to see a Seahawks pre-season game while there.  I had enough miles to get us there, but couldn't work out an itinerary that left enough time to see the game.  (Hmmm... maybe I need to take a look at how football is ruining my summers ... tbd)  So I gave in to going on a road trip to a New England beach town.  I spent over a week looking at destinations and rental properties.  The latter made me mini-vomit in my mouth frequently.  Can you all please spread the word that every rental property in the world should have white linens and microfiber or leather single colored sofas?!  Thanks.  So.... that didn't work out.
I was distraught, because if I'm going to finagle a vacation by cashing in on all my travel tricks of the trade, it ought to be a good vacation, and in August, I'd prefer it include a beach.  (But not only beach, because I'm easily bored.  So I also need a cute town and affordable restaurants....)  Desperate and deterred, I had an ah ha!  Momma loves a cruise!  So why not just hop on one out of NJ to Bermuda.  I was in luck Royal Caribbean had just the cruise on the dates I needed.  And United Cruises had all kinds of promotions for using my Mileage Plus Visa Card or points.  Then, it was sold out.  No worries, I called Royal Caribbean to get on the waiting list (there is always one and if you live near the port city, it's worth it to be on the list).  The agent was happy to help until I said there would be 3 of us.  "Oh," she said, "We can only put groups of two on the waiting list now because the boat will not have enough life jackets if the final cabins are filled with more than two people."  I pride myself on smooth talking agents.  But I'm not fighting that logic. I'm gonna need a life vest!

But she did tip me off to some departures out of Florida that fit my travel date limitations and were on super dupper sale.  So here's what I got:

5 Night Cruise from Miami to Key West and Grand Cayman on Royal Carribean
Outside Cabin for 3 people

  • Cost $1052 booked directly with RCCL ($200-300 more with United Cruises or Amex Travel)
  • I booked on my Amex Card where I can use my points to pay for $600
  • I also have enough points on my business Chase Ink card to cash those in for $407 which goes into my checking account.  

So I'm $45 short of making the cruise free of cost.  But by the time the bill comes in I'll have earned enough addition Amex Membership Reward Points to cover that too.  Total Cruise Cost = $0

Next was airfare:
3 Roundtrip tickets into Miami and out of Fort Lauderdale (spending one night at Villa Pompano)

  • Cost 67,000 Mileage Plus points and $253 

The only bummer is that $225 of that fee is not taxes its the fee United charges for booking an award flight less than 21 days in advance.  In other words, its ridiculous!  And there is a work around, my friend Google told me.  You book the exact flights you want but on a date more than 21 days out, then call within 24 hours to change to the dates you want.  United booking agents have to manually add the $75 close-in booking fee, but usually forget.  But I was too burnt out to go through all that hootinany and risk my flights not being available.  So I'm coughing up a spectacular $253 for my Ultimate End of Summer Blow Out Vacation!!!  Though, I'm still convinced, if I think hard enough, I'll find away to get the orange unicorn to have that cost magically disappear.

Well, that's it.  I've got packing to do, it's summer, its pre-season so, GO BIG OR GO HOME! - BMK