It was the spring of 2009 and summer was just around the corner. Around this time, my sister and I are used to my dad coming up with some great extravagant plan for a summer vacation. One year it was renting a house on a beach in Florida, another was going to Costa Rica for a couple weeks, and this year he came up with the idea of going on a cruise to Mexico. It may sound thrilling and wonderful, but after a couple years of having the reoccurrence of him crushing our hopes by saying it wasn’t going to work out, we became accustomed to the fact that it would never really happen. As we got older we realized the reasons why it wasn’t going to happen; he is broke, he is unorganized, and he is just too irresponsible to really follow through. These could also be some of the reasons why we live with our mom full time. I have an unusual relationship with my dad. We fight a lot over the phone, but when im with him, were comparable to best friends. He can be very irritating, but I have taught myself how to put up with it. It may seem like a bad relationship, and maybe it is, but I love him very much, and though I wish it were better sometimes, I realize that I have it better than a lot of people.
Summer is approaching and my dad still has not let go of his idea. He has usually told us by now that we’re not going (even though we already knew). He starts asking us when would be a good time to go, and to look up things to do at the ports, and to look at pictures of how big the ship is. I was starting to let myself believe him. As it got closer, he got our passport numbers, had my mom write a permission to leave the states letter, and said that he had booked our room. I had no other choice then to fully believe him, and so did my sister, and for once, he didn’t let us down.
I truly don’t know how he got past his faults, and pulled it off, but he did, and on July 23, we boarded a plane to Long Beach, and got on that Paradise, Carnival cruise. I expected to go to the lower level, and put my suitcase down in a tight set room with barely any space to walk, but he led us up those stairs to the top V.I.P. level and into a spacious room with enough beds for all of us, plus a balcony. I was in awe, I had never expected anything like this from him.
The ports we stopped at were Catalina island and Ensenada, where we went on excursions and visited different beaches. On board the ship was fun too. Over all we had a great time, it was a fantastic first cruise, and surprisingly a delightful first vacation with my dad. I learned a lot about him that I didn’t know before, good and bad. (good humor, bad hygiene). I underestimated him, and I will now give him some credit, and not go straight to judgment. He has actually asked me to join him on another cruise this fall, and I have agreed. I’ll keep my fingers crossed.
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