It was a dark and stormy cruise …
Let me just preface this post with a note that things do, eventually get better. They just didn’t start out that way.
We had the trip planned for the better part of a year. Starting with a Saturday night in New York, then catching a transatlantic cruise on the Norwegian Pearl from New York to Amsterdam — a 14-day journey with stops in Cork (Cobh) and Dublin (Dun Laoghaire), Ireland; Paris (Le Havre), France; London (Tilbury), England; and Bruges/Brussels (Zeebrugge), Belgium, before alighting in Amsterdam where we would spend another five days.
Either from life experience or perhaps the streak of superstition I have, I’ve developed a belief in omens. I have found that things that start off track (projects, relationships, jobs, etc.) usually have trouble ever meeting their potential. So the screaming toddler that sat behind us on the NYC flight who yelled at the top of her lungs and kicked our seats for 3.5 hours should have given me a hint how much of the trip was going to work out.