Half Moon Cay

We finally get to Half Moon Cay, Bahamas and have to tinder in

from the boat.  We have a long breakfast because the lines are ridiculous at the buffet and finally get over to the island.  Here’s where Carnival starts to lose ground against Norwegian.  Our experience at Norwegian’s private cruise island ruined us for cruise 

 islands that don’t make the grade.  We can’t do anything with our sign and sail cards because this is different even though the island is owned by Carnival Corps.  The kid’s area is adequate and keeps Oscar busy all day, especially when he finds a little girl named Isabelle

 to build sand castles with, but is not nearly as awesome as the one that Norwegian built.  And why would you make an island where you have to tinder people in on boats so that they can’t just easily get off and on repeatedly?  We had to reapply

 sunscreen several times, the Schillims went to swim with stingrays and we were happy all day on the beach.  John and Oscar got to see a huge starfish when they were just walking out in the surf a little.  The beach is surrounded by snorkeling areas and is very

 protected which might be the reasons for the tinders.  The sand is super fine and gets in everything.  I’m glad that the stingrays were here because I screwed up the Grand Cayman stop last year on that one because it was the one thing that their oldest wanted to do.  We get to recoup on the boat and the kids go back in to kids’ club again.  It’s great and the decks

   just feel so good when the sun is starting to set and it is getting cooler, a sangria in your hand and time spent talking with friends.  It’s easy to enjoy because you know that it is snowing back home right now.  Maybe not snowing, but cold as hell I’m sure.  Virgin Islands 

  tomorrow and it’s funny to see the 9 year old roll his eyes when he asks what we’re doing and we say that we’re not sure yet.  Julie and I usually do a lot of research on our stops and I feel like we did this time too, it just seemed that they were all easy, so we didn’t worry too much.  But when a 9 year old thinks that we’re in trouble, that’s probably saying something.