As it turns out, the ship is rather tired (though you can't tell that from these photos). It's definitely in need of a make-over so I suspect that the smaller room on the lower floor would have been rather more depressing than I could handle. And, having a nice place to come home to is important to me. It will make the trip easier and anything that will make the trip easier is much appreciated.
That's not to say we are not having a great time because we are! But it's work. I know "Cry me a river"! I get it -- believe me I do -- I am incredibly lucky to be doing this trip at all and I've absolutely no right to complain -- ever -- about anything. So, let's not consider this a complaint, let's just call it an observation. I am tired. R is tired. That's all. We are happy. Life is good. We just need a bit of a rest after our week in Barcelona running here and there, doing all sorts of fabulous things, having incredible experiences, not working, not taking care of children or pets or yards or or or -- look I told you I get it.
What can I say? I wish I was Rick Steves with no bags to check, a "make it happen" attitude and a desire to learn all the local languages but I am not. The phrase books sit unused, the luggage keeps adding up and mostly I am happy to just "watch it happen". As I said in an earlier post, I wish I was more spiritually advanced than I am. But as Popeye says "I am what I am" and for me accepting my limits is important to successful travel.