Our first few months at sea, we would have two time changes each week, once back, once forward. But for the last few weeks we’ve had four: back, back, forward, forward. Small, but unrelenting time shifts. You make the mistake of thinking, “It’s noon, and noon is noon.” But yesterday it was 11, tomorrow it will be one 1. Sarah has been toying with the idea of keeping her watch set to one unchanging time, but what time? Tampa time? Chicago time?
Stranger still, time is somewhat up to the discretion of the captain. We sail the same course each week, but one week our first “1 HOUR FWD” will be Thursday night, one week it will be Wednesday night.
We sail among numerous other cruise ships and some will change their times to correspond with local time and some won’t. So, in port, different passengers from different ships will be on different times. It took me a while to figure this out. One week, early on, in Cozumel, Sarah was trying to set up a massage appointment and the woman asked, “What time is it for you now?” We didn’t know how to answer, not yet understanding the elasticity of time. “It’s… this time, here time?”
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