How I Spent Thanksgiving Week on NCL's JewelAuthor: Louise Strong
Date of Trip: December 2006
As darkness fell and the ship started sailing we realized that we had not had dinner since nobody told us where we were going to eat that evening! Would we ever make it to the regular restaurants? The Nyer then remembered the double platters of chocolate-covered strawberries in our refrigerator and brought them out on balcony. We commented on the fabulous lights of El Morro shining in front of us and how great a tour that was the last time in San Juan, we laughed also at the shiny lights of the brand new parking garage directly below it.
As we left port, the gentle wind and night-lights were mesmerizing. I was bundled up in an extra blanket and the NYer could not believe that I was chilly. I said I was just comfortable. She pointed out the constellations as she had once lived on a sailboat traveling the Caribbean for two years.
Once we were full speed ahead towards Antigua, we went back inside and got ready for '80's night in Spinnaker's Lounge. We missed dinner, the main show the Action Comedy Showtime Edge, the Big Band Tribute to Glen Miller, Who Wants to Be a Millionaire Audience Participation gathering and the adult karaoke. Even so, I would not have traded the NYer, the wine, the shrimp, the chocolate covered strawberries, the balcony view leaving San Juan at night for a million dollars...
WEDNESDAY...HOW I FOUND JESUS IN ANTIGUA:
The NYer and I awoke to the ship docked in Antigua. We found the room service request sheets in the cabin booklet's back pocket the night before. Our butler was on time and he set a beautiful table setting on the balcony. While dining, we basked in the glorious sunshine and wondered whether or not we would ever make it to one of the big shows offered almost each night. We missed the comedy show but had asked a family the night before if it was funny. A middle-aged dad with his family said it was a riot and that we missed a good performance. The NYer and I concluded that it possibly could not have been funnier than the two of us hanging out together all week.
The NYer left after breakfast to get a salon appointment and I continued to work on my tan and to catch up on sleep on the balcony. The Antigua welcome band down below played. As I tried to rest, my eyes kept opening to view this awesome cathedral in hills of downtown St. John. I wondered how far a walk it was...I rested...I opened my eyes again and was drawn to the immaculate structure. It stood out among all the other buildings...I rested again...opened my eyes and felt the beckoning..."Louise...Louise...Come To Me...!"
I asked the NYer if she wanted to walk up and check out the Cathedral. She replied not only no, but "heck no!" I finally fell asleep but awoke once again. "Louise my child, you must come to me!" the church bellowed once again. We had talked about hitting the beaches in Antigua but we were content with just doing our own thing...a perfect agreement when cruising with friends or family. Falling asleep again, I was jolted with a bolt..."Louise you better get up here right now and pay homage!" I got dressed and told the NYer I was going for a walk to the church. She decided to join me.
Before heading out we checked the ship's magazine, The Freestyle Daily, to make sure of the required return time. We noticed on each port-of-call the advisory notice: "While ashore drink only bottled water, be cautious while dining in port, wash your hands often, and discourage hand shaking." This is one of the great things about NCL...the multitude stations of hand sanitizers everywhere you go throughout their ships. I truly believe this is the reason one hardly hears about norovirus on NCL ships.
St. John's Cathedral was not as far a walk as I thought. Closer than it appeared from the suite, I was glad I had comfy shoes on as the sidewalks were in need of repair. The view was beautiful from the outside. The cemetery around the church was interesting. The structure inside was extremely interesting. We read through the brochure that noted the history, the organ, the wood, the stained glass, and the altar. Suddenly a local hands us a bible and a hymn book. Mass began.
We went to leave and turned around. The church was semi-filled with locals. The NYer said, "Let's GO!" I replied, "NO!, think of the grace we can get by staying!...I will meet you back at the ship if you want!" She stayed as we moved to the back. The mass was very interesting. I remembered the words to most of the responses but followed a local when it came time to stand and to sit and stand again. I even sang...and I never sing! This was great, I thought! I could have been at the beach, on a tour, drinking at the bars while on vacation, but here I was praying in St. John's Cathedral.
I prayed for my family, for my community, for my friends, for my colleagues, for NCL and for the locals. I thanked God, Jesus and Mary for having the life that I have. The priest's main message was no matter how great you are (a great teacher, a great doctor, a great lawyer), what truly matters is how GOOD you are at the end of the day. Knowledge is wonderful, but how you use it to help others is what counts.
Then came the sign of peace. Back home we just say peace be with you to whoever you are standing next to. In Antigua, the ENTIRE group leave the pews, walks around and SHAKES HANDS with everyone! The NYer is freaking out and I am whispering, "Just don't put your hands to your mouth after!" We shook hands with all the catholic Antiguans including the priest who also walked around. There were five other cruisers and we just nervously shook each others hands and gave each other a look of "Oh Jesus!"...
Thirty minutes and four songs later I forgot about the hand-shaking. It was time for the body of Christ. I wanted to go up to the altar and kneel just like I did as a little kid when the catholic masses were done in Latin. The locals were also up at the altar on the left and I was the first cruiser on the right of them. Back home, the body of Christ is now given out in your hand for sanitary reasons. In Antigua, the priest delivers the host directly to your mouth. "Oh Jesus," I thought..."Please do not let the priest's finger touch my tongue! Oh Jesus, please forgive me for thinking this!"
I watched as the body of Christ came my way. My turn arrives. I stiffen, shut my eyes and stick out my tongue as far as possible. Then it was over. "Thank you Jesus...no wet finger!" Of course the priest was probably thinking, "Oh Jesus, please do not let my finger touch this heathen cruiser's tongue!" as he delivered the wafer to me. I watched in glee and in anticipation to see if his finger touched the other cruiser's tongues. I then bowed my head and thanked God.
Nobody left the altar. I prayed some more yet wondered why we were all still kneeling up there. The priest shuffles, says some prayer and starts going down the line AGAIN. Another host? A blessing on the forehead? What was going on? I strain to see down the row and I spot the holy grail...the chalice of Christ's blood...placed on the lips of each local in the same spot as they sipped.
"OH JESUS!" I prayed. "Oh Jesus, can't that priest wipe off the chalice using a little more force with that napkin?" The priest was getting closer. I strained some more to see and thought, "Oh Jesus, how come he is not turning that freaking cup?!" The priest was now ten locals away from me. "Oh Jesus, will I offend these people if I get up and leave?" The priest was five locals away. I turn to the right and look at at the other tourists. They looked as if the devil himself was on his way to steal their souls.
I wish I had a camera to capture one tourist's look at me. It was sheer horror. I returned the look, shook my head no to her, bowed my head and prayed, "Father, forgive me!" as I stood and left just as the priest arrived. I returned to my pew and prayed more for forgiveness if I offended anyone in Antigua. The NYer wanted to ask me what the heck happened...because all she saw was me get up and then five others disappear in a NY second...but I was too busy praying.
Church closed with everybody leaving the pews once again and standing in a circle holding hands singing a hymn. I think I prayed to Jesus more times in 75 minutes than I did my entire life. I felt like a good person upon leaving. I left a hefty donation to help preserve St. John's Cathedral. Jesus is going to be with me for a solid two years after that "tour!"
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