Dana, at dinner
Dana, at dinner
Our conversation this evening was very animated. Some times we all discussed the same topic, laughing together and making jokes, and some times the younger set (myself, Susan, Marty, and Ethan) carried on one conversation while Grandma and Dana talked about something else. Our conversations ranged from the Superbowl to philosophies on travel and travel stories to how Dana could manage to get moved into a cabin with a double bed to much racier topics...
Dana said that she enjoyed our table quite a lot, and might stay there instead of moving again, but I believe that she was simply being charming. She's a lot of fun -- and she certainly knows how to ignite a conversation, and whoever does manage to attract her attention for a while will have a wonderful time, I'm sure.
It's now midnight, and we're entering the Drake Passage, I'm sure. At least, we're leaving the Beagle Channel. The ship is beginning to rock more, mostly side to side, but not entirely (some forward/backward circular motion as well). It's not much different yet from what it was when we had during the evening before the Beagle Channel.
Ethan and Dana have clearly been telling us over dinner that it will be very different. Much more motion, and we'll definitely need Dramamine. Dana says that she isn't affected much, but needs some anyway, and Ethan implies that even with it he has trouble. I'm thinking that this is going to be extremely exciting. I don't know what to expect, though I'll bet it won't be as bad as Ethan expects, and that it will be worse than I expect. At least I know that the Marco Polo will be more comfortable than a Spanish Galleon or a yaght!
Time for a Dramamine and bed...