So turns out you have to be 21 to board the ship, or have an adult with you. Thank you Royal Caribbean for alerting us of that detail, afterrr we bought the tickets, afterrr we got to Venice, afterrr we arrived at port.
Security was very confused and after some time ended up calling headquarters and had the captain talk to us. He informed us while we were technically 'not fit to travel,' he would let us on the boat.
The catch was we'd need our parents to fax: a copy of id, write a waiver, and sign it for us. On top of that we couldn't drink, go to the disco, and if we drank at port we'd be 'disembarked.'
He could have shortened his speech to: you're 5 (you need an elementary school waiver form to ride the bus) and allowed no fun.
My annoyance grew heavily out of my need for independence and their lack of apologetic demeanor for inconveniencing, not only us, but our parents.
I got into one of my moods that initially could only be solved by Starbucks, but when I realized I couldn't leave the gymnasium-like port to cool off, I sat down into a yoga pose on the side waiting and focused on breathing.
Eventually we were let on, and decided to explore the boat. What we discovered was an occurring riot. An Indian Family was leading the riot along with an Aussie couple and an Ecuadorian. Apparently they had cancelled the port stop in Turkey because they wanted to give other passengers time to get to the ship. (The volcano understandably had caused a bit of delay/standstill in travel). The argument stood that some had paid 1000's of dollars to get to the boat on time (taxi, train, lost luggage) and it was unfair that the ship's destinations had changed. The Aussie couple voicing what was running through my head "No Turkey? I could have paid 300 dollars less for this same cruise schedule with another line then!"
At dinner we were sat next to the Ecuadorian couple, a school teacher from Maine and her husband who once served for the US. Talk quickly changed to Politics, and *nothing* bores me more than a random self proclaimed know it all trying to discuss politics. The husband reminded me of Father Polmroy who would always end mass with:
"well, something to think about."
The Ecuadorian couple were really cool, probably two of my favorite people we met on the ship. He even jokingly offered to be our 'uncle' so we could drink.
There began one crazy incredible week!