The last at sea day was just a chance to revisit the stuff we'd already done before--swimming/waterslides, ropes course, climbing wall, exercising, eating....
Anderson slept in till 11:00. Later he and Lissa did some stuff with the teen group. I walked around the "Waterfront" deck for the first time and saw a rainbow over the ocean while the rain spat sideways into my eyes. I also saw the library for the first time. Everyone else saw these that first day while Rosie was napping.
We did try to get our stuff partly packed because we knew we had to be off the ship pretty early the next morning.
Anderson was invited to the goodbye party on deck by that girl, Reagan. We only let him stay out until 11:00 p.m. and the deal was he couldn't wake up his sisters when he got back.
It was a struggle to get out the door the next morning. All the passengers were having breakfast in the Buffet at the same time and it was so crowded. Then we hadn't heard which floor the exit was on (it changed according to the kind of dock) and got stuck in the elevator for a while as it went all the way up to 15 and then back down again.
Eventually, we got off with all our stuff. Then we went to church. We hung out in the ward building for a couple of hours before the English speaking branch started. Church was just like at home--the air conditioning was too high. The Relief Society President handed out blankets before her lesson.
Our trip home wasn't quite as murderous as the one out, but we were considerably more sunburned and not nearly as exited. We got to Salt Lake about midnight, waited forever for our one checked bag, drove home in a daze, and went straight to bed. Hooray, home sweet home!