You could say I fell for Prince Albert II in a big way this week.
After a speedy embarkation last Monday in Fort Lauderdale, we were aboard Prince Albert II and excited about our upcoming cruise. Mel and I dropped off our carry-on after getting our key card, had a look at our accommodations, and set out to explore what was to be our home for the next two weeks. Unfortunately, about ten minutes into our walk-about, I tripped and fell. It wasn't an ordinary fall. Mel managed to get me back to our stateroom where Silversea staff members took over--a wheelchair was produced and the ship's doctor whisked me off to his office for x-rays. My leg was broken just above the ankle.
Luckily, it was the small leg bone, we were still in port, and there was shoreside medical care available. It was decided that our best course of action was to go to Broward General Hospital to get my ankle stabilized, check into a hotel for the night, and fly home on Tuesday.
Due to the exploration nature of the cruise, we decided I simply wouldn't be able to participate in any activities and, thus, we decided not to meet the ship in Belize and complete the journey as suggested. It was a huge disappointment, but the crew aboard Prince Albert II was splendid and I learned first-hand how caring and efficient they are in an emergency. I must also commend the folks at Delta who met me curbside at the airport with a wheelchair and took charge of getting me through security and onto the plane.
For the next six weeks I'll be "cruising" around on crutches and dreaming of my fair prince. We'll meet again someday.