Transatlantic Crossing Day 15

Start of day: At sea
End of day: At sea

The day of rain.

First off, I can’t stand these wet, rehydrated eggs. It’s such a rare miss for a buffet that otherwise has stellar food morning, noon, and night.

A deep stainless-steel hotel pan heaped with fluffy yellow scrambled eggs at the breakfast buffet, with a serving spoon resting in one corner and the steel counters of the buffet line blurred behind a glass sneeze guard — The wettest eggs on the Seven Seas!

Instead I ended up in the Eggs Made to Order line every day to get eggs I can eat with a fork not a spoon.

It rained in the morning.

It rained during lunch.

Two slices of thin-crust pizza on a small white plate, one topped with diced fresh tomato and the other with black olives, on a white table in the ship's buffet dining room, with rows of pale curved chairs, warm wall sconces, and recessed ceiling lights stretching toward rain-streaked windows at right

It rained in the afternoon.

Reading a Kindle with bare feet propped up on a small white side table on a covered balcony, beside a grey woven chair. A large rounded window opening is beaded with raindrops and looks out on rain pooling on a blue-painted deck ledge and a grey, fog-shrouded sea

The outside temperature was warm on this second half of the trip so it was a shame to lose a whole day to rain. Unavoidable, but still.

Part of the Transatlantic Crossing 2026 trip.