
We were separated into two groups and all US citizens not disembarking permanently in LA were told to report to the lounge in the back of the ship by 7 am. Our new non-US friends were given basically the same instruction though they were to report to the theatre in the front of the ship. The lounge in the middle of the ship was reserved for those permanently disembarking under the relatively new (what I call) “Carry Your Own Crap” program (if you don’t want to wait for your luggage to appear in the terminal (which can take an hour or two) you can drag all your belongings with you and go ashore at your scheduled time and then head out to your next destination. Sounds like a reasonable plan - doesn’t always work that way.
In any event, right at 7 am our group was instructed to head to the gangway near us and we were guided across the bridge and directly to customs & immigration. It was speedy, it was efficient and everyone of the people directing us (including the custom official!) smiled and said “Welcome Home!” Seriously, even Gerry said it was the fastest and most cordial custom process we’ve ever encountered and we were all loaded on our bus and leaving the port by 7:30 am for our day in Los Angeles. (The Canadians were on their own bus - I think Princess was providing a Canadian interpreter for this tour!)



Walking along the street Gerry & I recognize the names of celebrities we grew up with: Morey Amsterdam, Danny Kaye, Spencer Tracy. Names that people of our kids’ generation don’t have a clue about (except for our kids. We’ve done what I feel is a great job introducing them to the classics - Bing Crosby, June Allyson, Jimmy Stewart and they are the only ones among their peers who know all the words to the complete works of Barry Manilow and the Car

After everyone’s snapped a few photos of Batman and Marilyn Monroe (the faux celebrities wandering about Graumann’s Chinese Theatre it’s off to find lunch and treasures at the Farmer’s Market. It’s an amazing place with a lot of history (something like 75 years here) and was originally just a bunch of local farmers who set up shop from the back of their trucks selling produce they just finished picking a few hours before. Now anchored by Nordstroms and World Market it’s definitely a bit trendier but the original section of the market (with those first bit of buildings) remains pretty much in tact. Lunch for us was similar to Panda Express back home but far more authentic (and amazingly cheaper). We wander the various stalls and vendors and discover a “hot sauce” store - Gerry says he has never before seen so many different varieties of hot sauce all in one place. They don’t sell too many of the 1-4 types (wuzz) but 10+ (basically hell in a bottle) are abundant. You’re going to want to ask what type of sauce Gerry has used BEFORE trying anything at his next few BBQs!
Our process for returning to the ship has again been streamlined and we are dropped at the terminal door by the bus and proceed directly to the ship where staff on board are quick to recognize the returning travelers all while welcoming the new arrivals. After two weeks of practice we are easily able to opt for 7 flights of stairs leaving the elevators to newbies (since it appears that all of the new passengers are of the family type and we have many, MANY children on board for this leg of the cruise).
Dinner became quite the process - the rookies don’t understand the concept of sharing a table and so the line snakes around most of the atrium as they wait for their own table. Of course we didn’t realize this until we had a couple of rounds of drinks in the bar waiting for the line to shorten (he-who-must-not-be-named will not wait in line). We finally get to go in and our table of 8 has two couples that have just joined the ship in LA - one is a very young couple from Vancouver and this is her first time cruising. She told the waiter she couldn’t decide on dinner and he brought her two entrees - I told her it’s a short cruise but she might want to pace herself!
We set sail for Canada and ultimately home. As we make the turn northward once past the islands off shore, the waves turn choppy. Fun ride!
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