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Bahamas Day 7 April 24^th at Sea

 

It’s another Sea Day — yippie! Since I’m basically a seasoned MSC veteran now, here’s a fun fact: you’ll never find Deck 17 on this ship. MSC skips Deck 17 because it’s considered unlucky in Italian culture. In Roman numerals, 17 is XVII, which can be rearranged to VIXI — meaning “I have lived,” or more dramatically, “that’s the end of me.” Not exactly cruise‑vacation energy. So MSC avoids 17 entirely, just like many U.S. buildings skip the 13th floor. Superstition exists all around the world. I guess.

 

To get from our cabin on Deck 18 down to Deck 16 to our favorite cocktail hideaway, the Top Sail Lounge, we usually take the stairs. But once you crack the code, the elevators are just as effortless. You just tap your wristband against the panel like you’re unlocking a secret level, pick your deck, and let the ship do the rest. These elevators are smart—almost too smart. Step inside and there’s nothing to press, so you feel a bit lost, but they already know who you are, where you are going and whether you’re even allowed to be there. And if you’re not meant to go there… well, you might find yourself mysteriously redirected to Deck 17 instead. (that was a joke) Of course they don’t always work the way they are supposed to but impressive just the same.

 

Today is overcast and that’s ok cause we had quite a bit of sun yesterday. I decided it was time to test my luck and head down to Deck 7. That’s where the casino is, the lucky seven deck. Since it was a sea day, the place was wide open and buzzing. When a ship is in port or too close to land, the casino must stay closed, which is why sea days are prime time for anyone to strike a little luck.

 

Seven has always had that “lucky” reputation. It shows up everywhere: the Seven Wonders of the World, seven colors in the rainbow, seven continents, seven seas—seven dwarfs. But today, it wasn’t lucky seven for me. It was more like unlucky seventeen, and I walked away empty‑handed. Still, as the seasoned players like to say, “I had fun.” Though, let’s be honest—winning is always a lot more fun than losing.

In the afternoon the staff hosted an exclusive tea party for Yacht Club guests in the Top Sail Lounge. It wasn’t as fancy as the one we had on the Queen Mary last year, but it was beautifully presented by our wait staff in white gloves — a hilarious contrast to the memory of them absolutely letting loose on the dance floor the night before.

The offerings were exactly what you’d expect: scones, mini cakes, cucumber sandwiches with the crusts naturally trimmed off, and those tiny dainty puff‑ball things you pop in your mouth and immediately wonder, What exactly did I just eat? Everything was cute, petite, and very much in the category of things we would never bother making at home. I briefly wished they’d roll out their famous pizza, but I know probably wouldn’t be fittin. Like Mammy (Gone with the Wind) would say, “Just not fittin, just not fittin”. And yes, there was tea. Lots of different kinds although most people opted for champagne or wine because, well, it was 4:00 O’clock. The little petite goodies were surprisingly filling, so no dinner is required tonight.

The evening’s entertainment in the theater was called The Journey. It was a musical voyage by train through places like France, Spain, and Italy — all told through music, acrobatics, and song and dance. The whole thing was surprisingly unique, using technology, set design, and lighting to create seamless visual transitions that actually made it feel like you were traveling from country to country. It was impressive.

 

Tomorrow we will be at Ocean Cay, MSCs private Island.