And then, after two weeks (that really feel like years) of an idyllic life on a ship, with no responsibilities whatsoever, leaning interesting and trivial things.

Such as: There is an old lady who lives on that ship. She bought 3,600 nights.

Someone lives on that boat. That is their reality, for good.

And I kid you not, it was fivestar service. Everyone was nice. The other guests were all nice. They smiled, and gave greetings in the hall. We all dressed up at night, for dinner.