We either spent this day at sea (in which case I read Dune and got a massage using the free credits we got for the canceled stop in Yalta), or else I simply got too jaded to take photos. So here's a picture of a swimming pool onboard the ship.
Before my massage, I had to fill out a form about my health etc. Among other things, they asked me to rate my stress level on a scale of 1 to 10. Um, do you mean now, while I'm on vacation - or the "average" everyday stress level when I'm at home and expected to show up for work each weekday? Well, I muddled through the form somehow and the massage was okay, except that my muscles felt bruised and tender afterward. Which almost seems to defeat the purpose, doesn't it? My sister-in-law went in for some sort of poultice massage which was apparently the Best Thing Ever; she even kept the poultice as a souvenir!
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