Sunday, 4/24. Visited San Marino, my 52nd country. I’d never have made it but for the ship not getting to Venice. All in all, we’d rather have had another day there, but lemons, lemonade.

Tour guide talked about the area’s history, though I wasn’t able to follow it much for all the distractions.  The road was not very smooth and had a high number of circles and stop lights. It was disappointing that we never stopped for photo opportunities on our approach to the mountain-top country’s towers and walls. The view from above was fantastic, but the real visual thrills were of the top, not from it.

Many, many souvenirs shops. Imitation weapons are a big thing. As the morning progressed it became extremely crowded, being Sunday. We were happy to have arrived early.

Rain fell as we returned to the ship. The fifty yard walk from the security tent to the ship was wet. As we came aboard I noticed a bin full of umbrellas. Putting them in the security tent would have been helpful. A little failure on Viking’s part.

Tea time was great. A wide assortment of teas. I also had some sparkling wine. Tiny cakes and sandwiches. Nice and restful. Almost everyone was properly dressed. No bathrobes.

We visited the spa pool again. I think we may have begun a tradition. I was able to use the snow room. Yoriko stepped in and immediately stepped back out. 

For dinner I had an entree as an appetizer (lobster and scallops over noodles). For an entree I had beef wellington. Shared a table with a couple of very interesting retired college professors. 

The ship got underway! We’re doing what cruises are supposed to do.  It was a good day.