We're set to stop in the Azores tomorrow. Rumors fly that we might not make it. Last year the weather was too bad to dock and we coasted into the Med pretty much sailing on fumes and feeding the passengers canned food. The seas have been pretty rocky the whole trip. I haven't gotten seasick, but I've felt a little yucky when I haven't been able to eat first thing in the morning. Abbey, Melanie, and I have a rotation, so for the three sessions we have each sea day, only two of us are there at a time. There are only 5 kids who come, so we're overstaffed, and it's nice to have some time off. I'll say it again, Una is the best roommate ever. We get along really well. There was a crew party and we went to Le Bistro beforehand. Did I tell you this already? Our shower is so small that I have to squat down with my back against the wall so I don't hit my head on the on/off/temp nozzle trying to get my shampoo, etc. on the floor. And I lean against the wall for support because of the waves. It's like I'm constantly drunk (metaphorically); I have no equilibrium. To accommodate for traveling across several time zones, we're losing an hour's sleep almost every night. Because of daylight's savings, we were afforded a reprieve the night before last, and that's when we had the crew party. The food in the mess is pretty gross, but we eat with the kids in the sports bar or pizzeria and by the time we get to eat Italian, French, and Spanish food, it will be like the gods themselves have provided us with a feast. That's the news for now. I love you guys. I hope you're all doing really well. Happy belated birthday to Kelly. Ruff ruff.
Love, Genoa
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