Tai Chi in the morning, with a practice session in the afternoon. Most of the day just hanging.
Melvyn is repeating himself; today’s lecture was on the Rum Trade, the quest for bread fruit stock, the Bounty Mutiny, and Pitcairn Island.
End of Code Red!!! I think I mentioned that a GI infection got aboard from the Galapagos excursion. To combat it the captain declared a Code Red that invoked a stringent sanitation regime including eliminating self-service, hand shaking, the removal of all public toys including jigsaw puzzles, sports equipment, the locking up of all books (you could still order them and then pick them up after they had been sanitized), and nightly sanitation and fumigation. Well, this noon Code Red was lifted. This evening, the captain and the hotel manager treated us to wine with dinner.
I borrowed a computer from some friends and burned two DVDs-worth of photos and videos taken so far. The videos at the Paso horse farm are particularly large files.
Entertainment: “International Vocalist” Cheryl Sinclair. We stayed for a couple of tunes, but she just wasn’t good enough to keep us there.
Went to the lounge outside the piano bar to talk and write. Diane came by and we talked to her about learning to appreciate Jazz, since the tunes she gave us of her work were all Jazz. She offered to take on the challenge and meet in a couple of days, share some music, and talk about it. Met some friends and talked and showed each other pictures. Listened to Diane.
Clocks set back, again.