Deck 7, Cabin 7200

My first cruise at 65 — better late than never

I spent my entire career saying I would cruise when I retired. I retired at 64. At 65, I finally did it. Booked the cheapest interior cabin I could find on Carnival Celebration because I did not know if I would even like cruising. Cabin 7200, Deck 7, no window. I walked in and thought: this is smaller than my walk-in closet at home. For about ten minutes I regretted the decision. Then I went topside, stood at the railing, watched Miami disappear behind us, and cried. Not sad tears. Relief tears. I had been promising myself this for thirty years and I was finally here. The cabin did not matter. The ship did not matter. The ocean mattered. I have booked three more cruises since. I still book interiors. The ocean is the view that counts.