Jumping ship

We arrived in Cleveland last week, and I've just now (the day before we leave) figured out that there's WiFi here. Way to go, self.

But, more exciting than that is the fact that I'm sailing on the Roald Amundsen for the trip to Bay City, along with Phil (also known as Pip, or simply that guy I like to hang out with *coughboyfriendcough*), Amy and Dave. At Bay City, Pip abandons us for college, and Amy and Dave and I will wander our ways back to Niagara like poor lost puppies.
It's nice on the Amundsen, everyone is incredibly nice and hospitable, and I must admit that I find the fact that we sleep in real bunks in cabins incredibly exciting. Being able to stand belowdecks is a nice bonus as well.
I don't, however, have a clue what's going on most of the time, as 90% of the conversation is in German, which I most inconveniently don't speak. I can often pick up the general gist of what's happening however, and they're kind and take mercy on this strange American visitor by translating and explaining what's happening, so it's all good.

But now it's late, and I'm finding myself writing more run-on sentences than can be forgiven, so I bid you goodnight.