I woke up at 6:30 and called for coffee, then knocked on Mom’s door to let her know it was coming. The waiter who brought it was immaculately dressed, as they all are, hair brushed, wearing a light cologne and had the most terrible breath I’ve smelled in a while. I wanted to hand him some Altoids with his tip. Mom and I had our coffee on the veranda, then she went to the gym and I took a shower, got dressed and alternated between reading, getting my bag ready for the day’s excursion and smoke breaks on the veranda. I was also addicted to the “Bridge Report” channel on the tv. It gives a map showing where we were, plus the position, course and speed of the boat, and the temperatures in the various pools.
We did get to see some beach, but it wasn't overwhelmingly beautiful the way some other places in the Caribbean are.