Monday, November 20 – Valletta, Sorta Free at last! Free at last! Following the shortest quarantine in the ship’s history – less than 24 hours – D was able to have breakfast in the MDR and to go anywhere he wanted. Of course, he was advised to take it easy the first day, so breakfast was soft-boiled eggs and toast. It was reminiscent of watching his father eat the same thing every day for eternity. The only difference was that there was no springer spaniel to catch buttered toast. [Are you reading this, Linda?] As for Malta, we saw the major archeological sites as well as some of the historical ones in 2009 and had decided before the noro episode to stay aboard today. Several of the MDR staff expressed curiosity about Valletta and Cuba, so D tried to connect the laptop to the printer in the “library” to print out our journals, but to no avail. Our journals may would probably have bored or confused the waiters anyway. So today is “bi...
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