08/05/2026
I promised you the good, the bad, and the real, mistakes and all. So let’s kick things off with the time we almost missed our own cruise, and it all started with a pair of shoes.
Steve needed last minute shoes before boarding day, so we taxied to a shopping center on a pier across the bay. My sister, Lindsay and I grabbed Starbucks and had breakfast while we waited on him. Simple morning. Nothing to worry about. Except for one small detail we hadn’t thought through yet.
We checked Uber to get to the actual port, and it said fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes, in a car, with an engine, on roads built for driving. Somehow my brain took that information and decided walking was basically the same thing, just slower. We had a good half hour before check in, so we figured, why not just walk?
That decision is where everything went sideways.
Here’s the part that still gets me. I know how massive the Norwegian Epic is. You cannot miss that ship. And yet I stood there looking across that water and could not spot it anywhere. I told myself a building or the curve of the coastline had to be blocking my view.
Except there was one, and I just hadn’t figured it out yet.
The ship was invisible because it wasn’t where we thought it was. Not even close.
So we started walking, and it took about thirty seconds to realize this was not the quick stroll we’d pictured. That bridge is not flat, it’s basically a hill with delusions of being a bridge, and it just kept climbing. No shade anywhere, just full sun and full luggage, so picture me dragging a suitcase uphill like I’d been signed up for a tourist Olympics event I never agreed to compete in.
And then I looked around and realized something even wilder.
We were not even close to the main characters of this disaster. There was an entire cast. Families everywhere doing the exact same walk, kids, grandparents, rolling suitcases as far as the eye could see, because apparently nobody had arranged transportation and cabs were not stopping. Buses kept cruising right past us like they were mocking our life choices. We were too deep in panic mode to stop and flag one down.
So we just kept walking, sweating, and watching the clock.
We made our boarding window with room to spare, thank goodness we always build in an early check in time for exactly this kind of chaos. But we walked onto that ship looking like we’d run a marathon in regular clothes, completely soaked through.
Lesson learned, and it’s a big one. Always arrange transportation to the cruise port ahead of time. Plan to arrive at least an hour early, not right at your check in window. Bring a coffee, grab a snack, and give yourself room to breathe instead of testing your cardio on a bridge in the Barcelona sun.
Worth every mile, even the ones that nearly took me out.
Video of the actual walk is below. You can hear exactly how well that was going. 🤪🛳️😅