If there is one thing that people worry about on vacation, it’s the weather. With so much time, energy and money invested in a “once in a lifetime” experience, the last thing they want is for the weather to ruin everything, at least what they’d envisioned when looking at the bright and cheery brochure. People want to be in control of their vacation. They go on advisory sites and read reviews. They call the company. Although there’s always an exception (some didn’t know where they were going between the first and last port), most guests felt confident in every part of the experience except the weather. Weather doesn’t care.
It was imperative that I mention the temperature during each morning’s wake up call. Blame it on the long days, the head-spinning responsibilities, the booze — I’d forget to look at the thermometer all the time. I’d get to that all-important point in my spiel and freeze. How did I forget again? No matter how hard I tried to recall all I saw on my walk to the office the scene ended often with a blank thermometer. To combat this forgetfulness, I decided that in the Caribbean every morning was 72 degrees no matter what. Belize, Guatemala, and Honduras – 77. Alaska – 43. Southern United States in the springtime – 68. I’m not sure if I ever really deviated from those numbers. God knows what the temperatures really were.