Hang in there with me now. The cruise is almost over. Only 1.5 more days to go.
On this particular day, we were docked in Ensenada. Kevin and I had visited Ensenada before on another, shorter cruise. Based on that cruise, we formed a future visiting plan for Ensenada which is this: do not get off the ship or ever go there.
This is because Ensenada is just a bunch of overpriced tourist stores selling the same useless garbage in every store, all located on one scummy street with lots of crazy drivers. Of course, if you have a hankering for some Mexican candy, beaded jewelry, Mary souvenirs, and sombreros, then Ensenada is the place for you. Beyond the one tourist street, the city is more authentic but very shabby. Good place to take your kids if you want them to learn gratitude and appreciation for life in the US. We would have done exactly that if not for the possibility of one rambunctious kid getting run over by those maniac drivers.
So we stayed onboard, which turned out to be a doubly good move, because with the ship deserted, the buffet was empty, the pool was empty, and there were no lines anywhere. We played ping-pong, went on the pool slide, splashed all over the pool and jacuzzi, and rode the glass elevators multiple times.
Since Kevin's folks had never been to Ensenada before, they took a short excursion and stopped at a restaurant to rest. While there, Kevin's dad downed some tequila. I only mention this to point out how healthy my father-in-law is. He's 80 years old and drinking tequila with no effects.
Later on in the evening, I had the wonderful task of packing. It's one thing to pack clean laundry, it's another thing entirely to fold and pack dirty laundry that is wet and/or full of sand. In my next life (after the kids are grown and gone), I could seriously become the best professional suitcase packer ever. Just one of my many talents.