Back to Italy: Part Four
The storm began in earnest an hour or so before dinner was to be served. We were in the cabin and the ship was rolling around in the sea; water was beating against the porthole and it was sometimes unclear whether it was rain or waves. I crawled over to the porthole side of the bed to take a closer look; Joe looked, too, and decided he just had to go up to the deck -- a storm at sea -- how could he resist? After he left, I had to work very, very hard to crawl back to the other side of the bed. The sea was so very rough. I was glad I had had my shower earlier; I surely would have fallen down.
In time things settled down and Joe returned with reports of a broken boom and shredded sails. He said that when he was passing through the dining room, the tables which had been set up for dinner, were shooting glassware, china and cutlery to the floor. Then came the announcement through the public address system. In the calmest possible voice we were informed, "Dinner tonight will begin at 8:30 rather than 7:30."
The next morning, the cruise director reported that he'd been sailing for 28 years and had never experienced a storm of that magnitude.