Ocean Dreamer
Running into my younger self in the omelet line at the Ocean Dreamer buffet is a shocking way to begin this cruise. When the bikini-topped, ponytailed girl orders extra mushrooms and green olives, I blurt out, “that’s my order!” She turns to offer an awkward smile, and our matching gray-blue eyes connect. I bolt, leaving my croissant-and-orange-juice-laden tray behind.