1. If you go on a cruise as a relatively fit, early-thirties couple, you will find yourself in the bottom 25th percentile of both age and girth for the ship's population. (This lesson could actually be expanded upon to include such disturbing things as fat-roll tan-lines and XXXXL speedos, but I'll spare you all.)
2. The extraordinarily bratty and demanding are probably a minority of any population, but in an enclosed space (even a space as large as a 15-deck cruise ship) they quickly seem to become the majority.
3. Even inanities (such as "Please keep your arms and legs inside the bus at all times.") are absolutely charming when spoken with the accent of the British Virgin Islands. Also, a car in the BVI without a horn is about as much good as a car without an engine. You definitely need one if you are going to get around huge trucks like these. . .
. . . on crazy mountain roads like this.
4. When given the opportunity to nap, lounge, and read as I see fit, I will a) nap every day, b) read 5 books in 5 days, and c) lounge like a cat. And I won't get sick of it.
5. Sometimes the most memorable part of a day won't be the historic forts visited.
Or the pile of enormous cannonballs found.
Or the miles and miles and miles you walk along huge stone walls you weren't even aware existed the day before.
Sometimes the most memorable part of a day will be that my sweet military-history-obsessed husband will notice how longingly I watch all the kites being flown on a Puerto-Rican holiday in a Puerto-Rican field . . .
. . . find an abandoned, broken-down kite, . . .
. . . repair it and restring it with more discarded materials. . .
. . . and launch it into the windy sea air patiently again and again until it finally takes flight and I giggle with delight like I'm six years old again.
(I think six lessons are enough for one post. I'll continue with this tomorrow.)