Being a full-time world traveler is not for the faint of heart!

Although this—every day being a new day of discovery—is exactly what I wanted, after 10 consecutive port days, I’m crying uncle. I can’t keep up. I’ve walked a hundred miles, snapped thousands of pictures, and admired every beach, castle, old town square and cathedral. I’m behind on blogging, sorting thousands of pictures, adding birds to my life list, and sleep, among other things. Yes, I know I can sit out a port and just stay on the ship. But my FOMO requires me to set foot in every port. I am looking forward to our upcoming trans-Atlantic crossing, when we will have 7 consecutive sea days and I can just stay home! (Sea days are days where we don’t stop in a port.)

Here is what our route looks like through the end of the year. So many ports, so little time…

Since we departed Belfast, we’ve been moving mostly north to south, so I wasn’t expecting a lot of time zone changes, but weaving in and out of UK, France, Portugal, Spain and Africa, meant we’ve changed zones at least 5 times. One hour forward, one hour back, another hour forward, another hour back. Fortunately, the ship leaves little prompts in our cabins reminding us which direction to adjust the time and what the current ship time is.