My morning update (tried to manage to get back here yesterday, but between a rousing game of 3-card poker and the 7:00 dinner reservations at Signatures, I just didn't make it),

I don't physically notice the ship moving slower, but if it isn't, why did it take us so long to get to Cabo? We were talking to a gentleman host while we were waiting to get off (we gave up, but he did go onshore for 20 min or so), and ran into him before dinner last night. He said he had talked to people who did the kayaking excursion, and they were literally kayaking in the dark. I haven't found anybody to actually ask about our speed, so I don't know anything definite yet.

BTW, we have 515 people onboard; 82 of those are from shake-down cruises. The same gentleman host said that your cruise is literally packed.

I love this ship. The staff is incredible; I had one guy helping me "shop" for my dessert at lunch yesterday, just because it was fun. The dealers in the casino want to know your name, and they call out to you as they see you. Oh...Marc, the casino manager is transferring to Voyager as of the 12th (the guy there is tired and wants off for a while). Her name is Wendy, she said to tell you to come find her, tell her who you are, and she'll buy you a drink. She has short, dark curly hair. British.

We had dinner at Signatures last night. I guess we are too plebian, but we didn't see that it was that much better than Compass Rose. Mark tried the lamb, and (no offense, Ngaire) we discovered that if we have to eat it at some point, we won't jump overboard to avoid it. Chocolate, vanilla, different strokes and all that stuff. I had the filet and it was wonderful.

We skipped dinner two nights, and tonight is the on-deck barbeque that Ana Luisa described to us. Mark is so excited because there is a mariachi band!

Little humor. As we were getting on, I saw a lady who was really short and blonde; remarked to Mark that she looked just like the wife of a friend of ours (and a really good friend of Mark's partner). Yesterday in the casino, she spoke of Missippi in a DEEP drawl, so I had to ask her where she is from. Memphis. Right down the street from Mark's partner. But they don't know him, just know where he lives because he parks the company advertising Hummer in his driveway.

More later, please let me know if I'm boring you senseless.

Oh, and just in case it's terribly important; we will have NO internet access in Acapulco. The computer expert (a delightful lady who was on Voyager when we were, last year) says that we are on the edge of our satellite right now.