Barcelona (at sea on way back!(

DAY 10 – FRIDAY, AT SEA

I spent my morning in bed. There was no windows or anything in the room so didn’t really care that it was a nice day as am not a sun person. 

Breakfast (well lunch!) was compliments of Mr. Ben and Mr. Jerry and got to the top deck where half the ship seemed to be.  There was a bar-b-q on board and everyone was getting sunned up and fed. Was great! Dad, Paul and Ray went for some golf and myself, Audrey and Niamh had cocktails. Think mom was in Casino, am not sure. Then the grand finale of the day was the belly flop competition. 6 guys! Just so happens Ray and Paul were two of them ha! The lads did good but no cigar! Ray 4^th and Paul 5^th. Fat bastard! A Dutch guy won it. Ya gota love the Dutch!

Later we went for dinner, our last meal! Was heartbreaking.  Marchello sang a little tune with the rest of the staff and it was all so cute. We went for dinks in the champage bar while mom was filming us asking about what was the best. (sigh)

Bags packed at this stage, depression starting to kick in. B**ox!

DAY 11 – sob,

Got up at some ungodly hour to make our way back home.

Airport was poxy, everything about everything was poxy. 

Made it home though in one piece.

At least after we came home myself and Ray had 4 days in the Lake Hotel in Killarney to ease our pain. 

Was a great holiday!