Cruise Chronicles - My wife and I recently returned from a nine-day Caribbean cruise. These are our tales. Cruise veterans such as myself expect excellence from our cabin stewards. Sure, they work 16-hour days so that we may enjoy four-star accommodations, free room service, and an evening turn-down all for the average nightly cost of a HoJo's, but we demand more. We demand towel animals.
The first night I was a little disappointed. I mean, there was a mint on the pillow and fresh towels in the bathroom, but where was the towel animal? It was Royal Caribbean, for Pete's sake. I expected better.
The second night, after our formal dinner, we were greeted by a puppy in our state room. Yes! More animals would follow. A bat, a rabbit, a crocodile, a gibbon (or baboon?) and an elephant were part of the linen zoo that was our state room. Our rabbit wore my wife's sunglasses. Apparently our cabin steward was so dedicated to his craft that he rummaged through our things to bedeck his creations in life-giving accoutrements. I encouraged it. I purposely left out sunglasses, rings, watches and bowties with the unadulterated hope that they would end up on a future animal. Can you anthropomorphize an animal which is really a towel? I believe you can.
Bat(h) Mat.
Trix (as in silly rabbit...)
Mortimer the Crocodile.
Gibbs.
Ray.
Lelephant. (li'l and elephant preciously combined)
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