We sample and buy some flavored rums. Then back aboard ship, we all take a strenuous nap before supper. Waking refreshed, I do a five-mile walk around the deck. My companions scoff at my excess, and in the context of our table, I suppose I am a model of moderation. Day 5 Off the ship early again for St. Croix, and no exercise today beyond walking, and walking, through quaint shops, picking up souvenirs.
Lunch is a grilled-cheese sandwich and tomato bisque soup at a cafe.
Fresh strawberries would be sensible . . . The Elmhurst, Ill., couple met dancing more than 30 years ago and haven't stopped since. They've danced an hour or two every night of the cruise, their fourth trip on Holland America ships, and they haven't gained an ounce. It's just romantic and nice. Upstairs in the ship's cafeteria, hordes of people are dancing impatiently from foot to foot, awaiting the signal to dish up and demolish 500-calorie slices of cake.