In my family, we are nautical people. We have the sea in our veins. I do not speak metaphorically: Sometimes we find actual eels in our underpants. That’s how nautical we are.
And so a few weeks ago, we set out on a sea voyage from Fort Lauderdale, Fla., knowing that it would be five days, and roughly 153 meals included, before we would reach our destination: Fort Lauderdale.
We sailed aboard a cruise ship, which had one of those cruise-ship names, like the Majestic Vagabond Restaurant of the Seas. She is a fine vessel, a tad larger than Connecticut, boasting—really—an onboard shopping mall. Leaving port, she weighed 75,000 tons, at least half of which was food. Here’s a log of our voyage:
