If you’d like to read part 1 of this story click here ….

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Stunned and a bit battered from the car rockin’ and rollin’, we took a minute to breathe and regroup.

My husband began to try to get the car alarm to stop. He didn’t have a clue on how to do it. Eventually, the alarm would stop only to start again when a truck would drive by and shake the car. Apprently, the car alarm is sensitive to movement. This was news to us.

I must mention that my husband is not and has never been a car fixer kind of guy. In fact, before we leave on any road trip he takes the car to the mechanic to give it a once over. It’s always maintained and is fairly new.

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After quite some time, the state highway trooper arrived. My husband had already called our emergency car service ‘AAA’ (automobile assistance of america). They had given him an estimated time of one hour for the repair truck to arrive. The police trooper told us he had called an emergency service too. That service arrived first.

Now, let me also add that, my husband does know how to change a tire and we did have a spare tire in the trunk. But, the area where the car settled was at an angle and the dirt was soft and swampy. It would be impossible to change a tire on that.
The repair service eventually arrived with its’ special equipment and changed the tire. He informed us that the tire was a donut tire and could not be used to go faster than 40mph. We had been driving 70mph which meant we could run out of time before we arrived at the pier. The state trooper said he would follow us until he received another call as a courtesy to my husband; a former NYPD officer. I thought that was very nice of him.

Time was diminishing quickly.

However, within 35 minutes we were at the pier. As we pulled up a skycap helped get the luggage out of the trunk of the car. I sat on a bench while my husband went to park the car at a long term parking garage.

Because I have knee issues from time to time, I get a wheel chair brought out for me whether at airports or cruise ramps to keep me safe from falling. It’s difficult for me to climb stairs or to walk up angled ramps, too.

The ship was leaving the pier at 4:00 p.m. We had arrived at the pier at 3:15 p.m.

I have never been whisked through customs and checked-in so quickly. In a matter of 10 minutes we were in our stateroom with our luggage. Usually, the luggage arrives very late. Too late to sort through and find clothes to wear for dinner. It’s the reason they allow you to wear resort casual in the dining room the 1st night.

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Upon entering the room, we noticed there was a bottle of champagne and some green apples along with fresh flowers waiting for us. We popped the bubbly and sat out on our balcony to exhale and relax. At the sound of the fog horns announcing our departure, we sat back and watched the stress of our day go out to sea with our ship.

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To be continued ….. more disclosures to come including my injury!!!

Because of my injury, I am unable to sit, stand or lie down for any length of time without discomfort.                                                                          Due to that, I hope to add the rest of this experience in segments. I’ll pop over to visit your blogs from time to time.                                                I hope to catch-up with all of you.

Thank you dear blog friends for your emails and notes of concern.

You brighten my day with your kind friendship hugs and love.

Namaste,
Isadora