Packing has begun…Three days and counting…

We’re getting ready to board the ship in three days.

This morning, I woke up determined, knowing it was time to face the inevitable…packing. It’s never a task I look forward to, but it always signifies that another chapter of our world travels is about to begin. I started early, methodically folding and organizing all my clothes, leaving out only what I’ll wear on boarding day. Each item felt like a small piece of my nomadic life, a collection of memories from so many places we’ve called “home,” even if only temporarily. By mid-morning, I had neatly stacked the neatly folded clothes into my suitcase, feeling that quiet relief that comes when the bulk of the job is finally behind me.

All that remains now are the small but time-consuming things: the supply bag, a few kitchen items, and our toiletries. Those always take more effort than expected, with so many little decisions: what to keep out until the last minute, what to tuck away now, what we might suddenly need again before we leave. Over the next few days, I’ll chip away at it all, bit by bit, until everything has a place. That’s the secret to managing these constant transitions: staying organized and refusing to let the process overwhelm us.

Packing may not be fun, but we’ve learned how to make it efficient. After all these years, we’ve developed our own rhythm, our unspoken teamwork. When flying, as opposed to sailing, I fold while Tom checks weights, tucking the scale under each bag, calling out the numbers. We shuffle items back and forth until we’re comfortably under the airline’s limit. It’s a bit of a dance, but we’ve become experts at it. Everything goes neatly into its designated bag, and when it’s all zipped up and stacked by the door, I always feel a quiet sense of accomplishment, like we’ve conquered another small hurdle on this never-ending journey.

This time, with our two new suitcases, we’re slightly ahead of the game. They’re sturdy and spacious, rolling smoothly across even the roughest tiles. We also have one additional extra-large bag for the 47-night cruise, a practical solution for the constant unpacking and repacking we’ll do while living aboard the ship. It’s amazing how quickly a cabin can feel like home once everything is tucked neatly away in drawers and closets. Cruise lines have no restrictions on the number or weight of bags.

Still, in the back of my mind, I can’t help but think about December 13, the day we’ll have to fly to New Zealand from our disembarkation location, Brisbane, Australia. That date hovers like a distant checkpoint, a reminder that no matter how well we pack now, we’ll soon face the same challenge again, but with the added dilemma of airline baggage fees. After a long cruise, our belongings always seem to multiply, although we don’t buy souvenirs or trinkets.

That’s the nature of living without a permanent home. Everything we own must fit into our suitcases and travel with us from one continent to the next. There’s no closet somewhere waiting for our return, no basement filled with storage bins. It’s both freeing and challenging at once. Sometimes I miss the luxury of “extra space,” but there’s something deeply satisfying about knowing that everything important fits into just a few bags. It keeps life simple, and it keeps us moving forward.

As I looked around the apartment this afternoon, my clothes packed, I felt that familiar sense of excitement. Each time we pack, we close a small chapter of our story, but another adventure always awaits just beyond the next boarding gate or, in this case, the ship’s gangway. And with everything packed neatly and ready to go, I can finally let myself feel that anticipation again.

Shortly, I’ll head to the kitchen to put together the chicken salad we’ll eat over the next three dinners. Yesterday, we peeled all the boiled eggs and diced the onions. Now, all I have to do is make the dressing and stir it well. It will be a pleasant day.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, October 24, 2015

Handmade raft for fishing for tribespeople in Fiji, which Rasnesh, our driver, explained is safer than a boat when there’s no chance of being stranded or sinking. For more photos, please click here.

Stats and facts on digital nomads…

We thought it would be fun to share some key statistics (as of 2023-25) about U.S. citizens living a full-time travel / location-independent (“nomad”) lifestyle, that is, working while moving around the world without a permanent home base. These figures may help frame the broader picture for people like us who are making the world our home.

Size and growth of the community

  • As of mid-2023, about 17.3 million U.S. citizens described themselves as “digital nomads.”

  • In 2024, this number rose to around 18.1 million Americans.

  • To put that in perspective: in 2019, the number was about 7.3 million, and by 2020, around 10.9 million.

  • In global terms, there were about 35 million digital nomads worldwide as of 2024, and U.S. citizens accounted for a substantial share of that total.

Demographics & characteristics

  • Most U.S. nomads are in the millennial age range: for example, one source shows that about 47% of digital nomads globally fall in the 30-39 age bracket.

  • Educational attainment tends to be high: one estimate puts the figure at around 90% of digital nomads having completed higher education.

  • Income levels: for U.S. digital nomads, many earn between US$50,000 and US $100,000 annually; in one dataset, around 34% fall into that range.

  • Gender: one dataset indicates that about 56% of digital nomads in 2025 are men (i.e., ~44% are women).

Lifestyle & travel habits

  • One source notes that among digital nomads, choosing destinations is driven by cost of living, internet connectivity, and safety.

  • More extended duration stays appear to be increasing. For example, a study of U.S. Airbnb usage found that stays of ≥28 nights nearly doubled from pre-pandemic levels to around 2.2% of bookings in the post-pandemic period.

  • There is continued intent to “stick with it”: for example, one report states that 95% of nomads say they will definitely or maybe continue the lifestyle.

Implications and observations for full-time world travellers

  • The fact that ~18 million Americans are nomads suggests the lifestyle is now much more mainstream than the “fringe traveller” image of a decade ago.

  • High levels of education and earnings, in many cases, mean that this isn’t simply budget backpacking; many nomads are professionals who’ve decoupled location from work.

  • However, the rise in longer stays suggests that more of us are adopting a “slow-travel” or “base-once-in-a-place-for-a-month” pattern, rather than moving every few days.

  • Even so, while the data is strong for “digital nomads” (remote workers travelling/working), it is less precise for the subset who have no permanent home base anywhere in the world. Some may retain a home-country address, a bank account, or a tie to a residence. So if your definition is fully location-independent with zero permanent home, the stats are less finely tuned.

  • For people like us (U.S. citizens travelling full-time around the world), these figures suggest we are part of a growing community, but also that we might still be a smaller niche within it, given the broad definition of “digital nomad”.

Limitations & caveats

  • The term “digital nomad” covers a wide range, from someone who works remotely but keeps a home base to someone who constantly travels with no fixed residence. Many data sources don’t separate those nuances.

  • Self-reporting: the figures rely on how people self-identify as nomads. Some may include short-term remote travel rather than full-time global living.

  • Country-specific data: Most figures relate to U.S. citizens, but travel patterns, visa/tax burdens, and mobility may vary significantly for full-time world travellers.

  • Income/tax/legal implications: Many nomads may face complex tax, insurance, health care, and visa issues when living globally. The stats don’t fully reflect those burdens.

It’s interesting for us as long-term world travelers to see these stats. On October 31, we’ll have been traveling the world for 13 years. Out of curiosity, we’d love to hear from other nomads who’ve been traveling as long as we have.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, October 23, 2015:

The Fish Shop, where we purchased kava for the chief, as a token of appreciation for allowing us to visit the waterfall on his land. For more photos, please click here.

Traveling to Greece?…Euphoria Retreat…Five days and counting…

Not our photo. Euphoria Retreat in Greece.

Many of our readers are cruising and flying to Greece for their vacations/holidays. Today, we stumbled across this article that may be of interest to those interested in wellness and spas. This article was written in the first person by the author from her personal experience.

From Travel+Leisure online magazine:

“This Might Be the Most Transformative Wellness Retreat in Greece—Where Ancient Philosophy Meets Modern Healing

At Euphoria Retreat in Mystras, timeless philosophy and holistic therapies help guests rediscover balance and purpose. By Janine Di Giovanni Published on October 11, 2025

Photo from ten years ago today, October 22. 2015:

There were no photos posted on this day ten years ago.

Six days and counting…It was great to get out and see our friends!…

A kindly passerby took this photo of the four of us.

It was fantastic to go to lunch with our dear friends Linda and Ken, whom we hadn’t seen in about six years. Time has a funny way of slipping by, yet when we finally met again, it felt as if no time had passed at all. We first met them years ago in Marloth Park at a dinner party at Kathy and Don’s home along the Crocodile River.

Over the years, we’ve stayed in touch, sharing adventures, stories, and laughter along the way. The last time we were together was in Wales, where we spent an unforgettable day exploring castle ruins and savoring a long, leisurely meal filled with good conversation and plenty of laughter. Seeing them again brought back a flood of wonderful memories from that carefree day in the Welsh countryside.

My first glass of wine in five weeks. Notice the skimpy pour. It couldn’t have been more than three or four ounces.

Over the years, we spent time together in Marloth Park on various occasions when our visits happened to overlap—a happy coincidence that always led to laughter, storytelling, and shared sundowners on the veranda. Then, in 2017, our paths crossed again on the other side of the world, when we enjoyed a wonderful lunch with Linda and Ken at the famous Fortune of War, a historic pub established in 1828, tucked in the heart of Sydney, Australia. Sitting in that old establishment, with its worn wooden bar and walls steeped in seafaring history, we reminisced about our adventures in the bush and marveled at how our travels continued to intertwine in the most unexpected corners of the world.

Yesterday, when we reunited at El Tribut, an oceanfront restaurant not far from our current location, it felt like coming full circle. The restaurant, perched above the sparkling sea, offered breathtaking views of the coastline, a perfect backdrop for an afternoon of reminiscing. The Mediterranean breeze drifted across the terrace, carrying the scent of salt and grilled seafood. There’s something so comforting about the familiar energy of friends who share your passions, and Linda and Ken are very much kindred spirits. Like us, they have a deep love for travel, cruising, and discovering the world one port at a time.

Tom ordered the Beef Wellington and thoroughly enjoyed it. No bread or potatoes were served with this entree.

El Tribut doesn’t open for lunch until 1:00 p.m., which is typical in Spain and many parts of Europe. We arrived a few minutes early and waited near the entrance, chatting and catching up on recent adventures. It reminded me how different dining customs can be around the world. While Americans often have lunch by noon and dinner by six, Europeans tend to linger through their afternoons, with lunch stretching well past 3:00 p.m. and dinner not beginning until 8:00 or later. There’s a certain rhythm to this lifestyle, a slower pace that encourages relaxation, conversation, and savoring every bite.

By 2:00 p.m., the restaurant was packed. Locals and tourists filled every table, their voices blending into a pleasant hum of conversation and clinking glasses. We ordered a leisurely lunch, each of us choosing something different so we could share tastes, as travelers so often do. The food was excellent, fresh, flavorful, and prepared with care. Between bites, we shared stories from our respective journeys: ports we’d loved, favorite cruise lines, unexpected challenges, and funny mishaps that only seasoned travelers could truly appreciate.

Linda, Ken, and I ordered this fish, croaker, with a side of aubergine (eggplant) and marinated grape tomatoes.

Linda and Ken had met us from their current cruise, on their port of call to Barcelona, and they spoke with such enthusiasm about their experiences. We compared notes on itineraries, ships, and destinations, laughing at how small the cruising world can be, how often travelers cross paths without even realizing it. We also talked about how travel has changed in recent years, with fluctuating prices, evolving visa requirements, and the ever-present balance between adventure and comfort.

What I appreciated most about our time together wasn’t just the conversation. It was the feeling of connection. After years of moving from place to place, friendships like this become treasures, reminders that the world can feel wonderfully small when you find people whose spirits align with your own. We may go months or even years without seeing one another, but when we reunite, it’s as though we simply picked up where we left off.

It was wonderful to see our dear friends, Linda and Ken, once again.

As the afternoon sun dipped lower, casting golden reflections across the water, we reluctantly said our goodbyes, promising to meet again, perhaps on another cruise or in some unexpected corner of the world. The meal, the laughter, and the warmth of old friends reminded us once again why we travel: not just to see the world, but to share it with those who understand the joy of exploration.

In a mere six days, we’ll be heading to that same Barcelona port where Linda and Ken arrived and begin our 47 nights of cruising. We can hardly wait.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, October 21, 2015:

Several emergency vehicles were on the hospital property. Locals don’t hesitate to call in an emergency and feel the local care is adequate for many conditions. For more photos, please click here.

Not so easy ordering a taxi…Out to lunch today!…

Not our photo.

This morning, I attempted to order a taxi for our ride to El Tribut Restaurant, located only about 1.5 miles from here. It wasn’t as easy as you’d think.

We have found that using credit cards online in Spain hasn’t been as easy as you think, either. Often, our cards are declined or the processing never goes through. When ordering most taxis, they verify a credit card before confirming a reservation. I have called our credit card companies, and they have stated there is nothing wrong with any of the cards (which we knew), and they can’t even determine if an attempted charge was made.

This same experience happened when ordering groceries online from the same supermarket each time. The processing often took a few hours of trying off and on, to process. I kept trying over and over again, as I did this morning when I attempted to order a taxi.

Finally, I found a taxi company that didn’t require a credit card to confirm the ride and arranged our pickup for 12:45 for our 1:00 pm lunch reservation with Linda and Ken at the oceanfront El Tribut Restaurant, close to the port. Once in the taxi, we won’t have any trouble paying for our ride using a credit card.

Each month, we pay off all our credit card balances to ensure we never run into issues. However, all of our credit cards have high credit limits, so it’s unlikely we’d ever encounter an issue, regardless of any recent holiday home or cruise transaction.

Even in South Africa, where we seldom experience such issues, we ran into similar problems when we placed orders through the Amazon-like equivalent, Takealot. Invariably, processing a purchase required the same several-hour, back-and-forth process to get the transaction to process.

I often wondered if these issues were due to WiFi problems with the company’s end or simply poorly run and operated online payment systems.

In Spain, we’ve used Amazon.es (for Spain), placing several orders, including, most recently, two large suitcases to replace old and worn pieces, including one with a broken wheel. With all the traveling we continue to do, it’s no wonder that our suitcases only last for four or five years. Amazon processing was relatively easy, with no credit card issues.

Thirty minutes ago, we received a taxi confirmation, and soon we will head down those scary steps to the street to await our taxi.

We’ll be back tomorrow with photos and details of our much-awaited get-together with dear old friends.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, October 20, 2015:

Colorful ocean view in Fiji near our holiday rental house. For more photos, please click here.

Eight days and counting…Japan is charging “tourist fees”…

Not our photo. Kyoto, Japan.

From Travel+Leisure online magazine:

“Visiting one of Japan’s most famous cities will soon cost more.

Government leaders are raising the hotel accommodation tax for overnight visitors in the popular city of Kyoto, Japan, according to international news reports. The new updates are set to take effect in March 2026, and some travelers may see an increase of as much as ¥10,000 ($65.33) per night.

The fee will scale with the room rate. Rooms costing under ¥19,999 ($130.66) will be required to pay a ¥400 ($2.61) fee, EuroNews reported. For more expensive and luxury stays above ¥100,000 ($653.32), a maximum tax of ¥10,000 ($65.33) will be charged, according to The Asahi Shimbun, a Japanese newspaper.

Accommodations below ¥6,000 ($39.19) will be responsible for paying a ¥200 ($1.31) fee.

“The Accommodation Tax is used to cover costs involved in enhancing the attractions of Kyoto as an International Culture and Tourism City, and in promoting tourism,” Kyoto’s government wrote on its official website, which lists the old accommodation tax fees.

The government said the tax helps preserve Kyoto’s history and eases “congestion on roads and walkways.”

For years, travelers have complained of crowding in the renowned tourist city.

“Out of all the places in Japan, Kyoto definitely has an over-tourism problem,” one traveler wrote in a Reddit post. “The increased tax isn’t even that much anyway; if you are a tourist, you can afford it.”

Previous versions of the accommodation tax have included waivers and fee reductions in the event of a natural disaster or emergency to aid tourists in a time of need. The tax will also not apply to school groups, according to the waivers.

Known for its cherry blossoms, temples, and historical significance, Kyoto has long been a popular destination for tourists in Japan. The city was named the “most mindful” in Asia in a July ranking of mindfulness, thanks to features such as its zen gardens and ancient temples. Travelers who go there enjoy exploring the covered Nishiki Market, visiting the Sanjusangendo Temple, and learning about the city’s sake-brewing culture.

Overseas travel to Japan has been hitting record numbers since COVID-19 travel restrictions were lifted. Each month has set a record high, with 3.4 million people visiting Japan in July, compared to only 3.3 million during the same period in 2024 and 2.3 million in 2023, according to data from JTB Tourism Research & Consulting Co.”

We had booked a few cruises to visit Japan. However, COVID-19 hit the world, and all of them were canceled. We hope to try again in the near future.

Photo from ten years ago today, October 19, 2015:

Fiji’s version of a “Quick and Easy,” or a superette. For more photos, please click here.

Nine days and counting…We can’t wait to go!!!…

Sant Marti almost entirely consists of apartments.

In only nine days, we’ll be packing our bags, closing the door to this apartment for the last time, and heading to the Port of Barcelona to board Royal Caribbean’s Voyager of the Seas for a 47-night cruise. Just saying that out loud fills me with anticipation. This voyage has been on our minds for months, a long stretch of ocean days and new ports, the comfort of not having to cook or deal with maintenance issues for a while. And after our experience in this apartment, that thought feels like a reward in itself.

It’s hard to describe how relieved we’ll be to leave. What was meant to be a comfortable stopover in Sant Martí has turned into one challenge after another. We’ve had our share of imperfect rentals over the years, some quirky, some dated, some just missing that extra touch, but this one has tested our patience in ways few others have. It all started with the three flights of stairs, misrepresented in the listing as “only a few steps to the front door,” severely limiting my ability to get out and about.

For five long days, we were without a working toilet. Imagine the inconvenience and discomfort of that, especially when communication with the property manager felt like shouting into the void. Promises were made, repair people were scheduled and showed up late or never arrived at all, and each day ended with more frustration than the one before.

The hot water has been another intermittent luxury, flickering in and out as though controlled by mood. Some mornings, we’d stand in the bathroom waiting for the water to warm, only to give up and face a cold shower. Other days, it worked just fine, teasing us with reliability, only to disappear again. Then there’s the sink drain stopper that doesn’t work properly, and the washer-dryer combination that turns a basic chore into a daylong event. What should take a few hours stretches into an all-day affair, the kind of small annoyance that builds and builds until it starts to shape the tone of your days.

After a recent power outage, the dishwasher quit altogether, leaving us once again hand-washing dishes in a single, poorly designed sink, one without a proper drain or stopper. Washing dishes has become an act of improvisation, balancing items in a large salad bowl, one hand while trying not to splash water across the counter. The lack of basic kitchen supplies has made cooking equally exasperating. Pots without lids, dull knives, and missing utensils —those small, taken-for-granted items that make a kitchen usable were absent. We’ve managed, of course, as we always do, but it’s made even the simplest meals a chore.

We’ve written to management several times, hoping for a meaningful response, but we’ve learned that their unresponsiveness seems to be part of their approach to working with renters. It’s strange how a place can look just fine in photos, clean and bright, yet reveal so many cracks once you settle in. We’ve grown accustomed to rolling with the punches while traveling. We know that not every stay will be perfect, but this one has stretched even our well-practiced patience.

And yet, in a way, that’s what makes our upcoming cruise feel all the more thrilling. There’s something about the timing, as if this less-than-ideal chapter is closing just in time for a new adventure to begin. In nine days, we’ll step into a stateroom where everything works, where meals appear without our lifting a finger, and where the most difficult decision of the day might be choosing between participating in a trivia game or chatting with other passengers.

It’s a reminder that travel isn’t just about beautiful views and perfect accommodations. It’s about endurance, adaptability, and gratitude, even when things don’t go smoothly. Because when they finally do, and you find yourself sailing toward the horizon, you can appreciate it all the more.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, October 18, 2015:

Tom’s mother, shown in front row center, wrote a book, “Memories of Muggs,” about the family’s history. On the date of the “book signing,” the family got together to celebrate the special occasion. This family photo was taken in 1997 with Tom, his mother, Mary, and his siblings. From left to right, front: Rita, Mary, Jerome; middle row: Mary Ellen, Margie, Patty, and Sister Beth. Since this photo was taken, Sister Beth, Jerome, Jim, and their mother Mary have passed away. The back row includes Colleen, Tom, and Jim. The book is listed at the Minnesota Historical Society. For more photos, please click here.

Why have I been sleeping better in Spain?…

Sleeping through the night has been blissful.

For years, my nights were measured not by the hours I slept, but by the hours I didn’t. No matter what time I went to bed, my body seemed to have an internal alarm set for 3:00 am sharp. I’d wake in the dark, wide-eyed, my mind alert as if the day had already begun. I’d try everything: deep breathing, guided meditations, herbal teas, magnesium, reading a few pages of a book, even counting backward from 300. Nothing worked for long. The nights felt endless, the mornings groggy, and I often wondered if I’d ever again know the feeling of sleeping soundly through the night.

And then, quite suddenly, I slept through the night, oddly, once we arrived in Barcelona over a month ago.

It happened without fanfare, no new supplement, no magic pillow, no life-changing revelation. One night, I drifted off, and the next thing I knew, the light was filtering through the window. I blinked at the clock in disbelief, 7:00 am. I had slept through the night for the first time in years. My first thought wasn’t joy, oddly enough. It was a suspicion. Surely I must have woken up and forgotten. But night after night, the pattern repeated itself. My eyes stayed closed, my body rested, and the long stretch of uninterrupted sleep became my new normal.

It’s hard to explain what it feels like to rediscover proper rest after years without it. The mornings feel different, clearer, somehow. The air feels lighter, my thoughts less tangled. I no longer wake up feeling as though I’ve been wrestling with my own mind all night. There’s a calmness now, as if some invisible knot has finally come undone.

I’ve tried to understand why this change happened. Perhaps it’s a shift in rhythm, a long-overdue balance my body finally found. Maybe it’s the result of countless small choices. Or perhaps it’s simply the natural ebb and flow of life that, mysteriously, our bodies and minds heal themselves when we stop forcing solutions. Has anything changed since we arrived in Spain?

  1. More extended periods of intermittent fasting to lose the weight I’d gained from heart medications, with no snacking during the day and evening. Eating dinner at 3:00 pm and not eating again until the next day.
  2. No wine…although during many other periods I haven’t had any wine for extended periods, that didn’t improve my sleep.
  3. Falling asleep later, accepting the fact that I usually won’t fall asleep until close to midnight.

When I think back to those sleepless years, I realize how intertwined sleep and peace are. It’s not only about rest but also about safety, trust, and surrender. During those long, wakeful hours, I sometimes felt the world pressing in with thoughts of unfinished tasks, travel logistics, and health worries. Sleep never stood a chance against such noise.

Now, as I drift off each night around midnight, I notice the absence of struggle. There’s no bargaining with my mind, no tally of hours left until morning. I close my eyes and trust that my body knows what to do. That quiet trust feels like the real miracle.

Of course, I’m not naïve enough to think the 3:00 am awakenings will never return. Life has its way of stirring things up. But for now, I’m grateful for this gift of uninterrupted nights. It reminds me that even after years of restlessness, change is still possible. The body remembers how to heal, the mind learns how to soften, and peace finds its way back in quietly, almost imperceptibly, in the middle of the night.

Sometimes the most profound changes aren’t the ones we chase but the ones that arrive, unannounced, gentle, and long overdue. For me, it came in the form of something beautifully ordinary, a full night’s sleep. And in that ordinary moment, I found something extraordinary, the feeling of being at home, certainly not in this place, but within myself.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, October 17, 2015:

In Fiji, these gorgeous red flowers are growing in the shade beneath the veranda overhang. For more photos, please click here.

US Department of State travel warnings for Spain?…What???

This popped up on the news today. There are only a few countries in the world that are exempt from such situations and subsequent warnings, but we haven’t heard anything about Spain until today. We don’t hear or see upheaval in this area of Barcelona.

From the US Department of State:

Exercise increased caution 

in Spain due to terrorism and unrest.

Advisory summary

Terrorist groups continue plotting possible attacks in Spain. Terrorists may attack with little or no warning and target:

  • Tourist locations
  • Transportation centers like airports and train stations
  • Markets and shopping malls
  • Local government facilities
  • Hotels, clubs, and restaurants
  • Places of worship and educational institutions
  • Parks
  • Major sporting and cultural events

Demonstrations are common.  They may take place in response to political or economic issues, on politically significant holidays, and during international events.

If you decide to travel to Spain: 

  • Avoid demonstrations and crowds. 
  • Be aware of your surroundings. 
  • Follow the instructions of local authorities. 
  • Check local media for breaking events. Be prepared to adjust your plans. 

US citizens should always exercise caution when traveling abroad. Use these general tips to stay safe:   

Fortunately, we have no plans to be out and about until Monday, when we see Linda and Ken for lunch and later, head to the port on October 27 to board our ship.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, October 16, 2015:

Beaches in Fiji are still eye-catching on cloudy days. For more photos, please click here.

What is a guarantee cabin on a cruise ship?…We’ve tried it for the first time…

This is the layout of our balcony cabin (it may be reversed) on the upcoming Royal Caribbean Voyager of the Seas: 203 sq. ft., with a 47 sq. ft. balcony.

When booking a cruise, one of the most mysterious and often misunderstood options a traveler encounters is the guarantee cabin (sometimes spelled guaranty cabin). It’s a term that sounds both promising and uncertain at the same time, as though you’re guaranteed something but also taking a gamble. Over the years, as we’ve sailed across oceans on various cruise lines, we’ve learned that a guarantee cabin can be a blessing or a mild disappointment, depending on your expectations and how flexible you are as a traveler.

A guaranteed cabin means you’re booking a specific room category— for example, inside, oceanview, balcony, or suite —but not choosing the exact location or cabin number. In other words, you guarantee that you’ll have at least that type of accommodation. Still, the cruise line has the right to assign you any available cabin within that category or even upgrade you to a higher one. The idea is simple: you’re trading control for value.

Cruise lines love guaranteed bookings because they give them more flexibility to manage their inventory. For instance, if certain sections of the ship need balancing for safety or operational reasons, or if they’re trying to sell more desirable cabins later at a higher price, they can shuffle guarantee guests around to fill the gaps. For passengers, the allure of a guarantee cabin usually comes down to price. These rooms are often cheaper than picking a specific cabin yourself, which appeals to those of us who prefer to save a bit for shore excursions, specialty dining, or perhaps a cocktail at sunset.

However, there’s always a catch. When you book a guarantee cabin, you won’t know your cabin number until closer to your sailing date, sometimes weeks before, sometimes even a few days. For travelers who like to plan down to the smallest detail, this uncertainty can be unsettling. We’ve known fellow cruisers who were assigned cabins in less-than-ideal locations: near elevators where late-night conversations echo through the corridor, under the pool deck where early-morning deck chairs scrape across the floor, or close to a crew service area where there’s a constant hum of activity.

But we’ve also met passengers who lucked out, getting unexpected upgrades to higher categories at no additional cost—say, from an interior to a balcony. Those moments feel like winning a little cruise lottery, and they do happen more often than one might think. Cruise lines prefer happy passengers, and if filling a better cabin makes sense logistically, it’s an easy gesture for them to make.

From a psychological standpoint, booking a guarantee cabin tests your comfort with uncertainty. As full-time travelers, Tom and I have learned to adapt to the unexpected—different cultures, languages, currencies, and accommodations, so a little unpredictability on a cruise ship doesn’t rattle us much anymore. In fact, there’s something oddly exciting about not knowing exactly where you’ll end up on board. It adds a layer of surprise, a small adventure before the bigger one begins. When the cabin assignment finally appears on your cruise app or booking page, it feels like unwrapping a gift.

That said, there are some practical considerations. If you’re particular about cabin location—say, you get seasick easily and prefer the middle of the ship on a lower deck where motion is minimal—then a guarantee cabin may not be wise. Likewise, if you’re a light sleeper or sensitive to noise, you might not want to risk being near high-traffic areas. In those cases, it’s better to pay a bit more and handpick your cabin.

On the other hand, if you’re simply thrilled to be sailing and aren’t fussy about where you lay your head at night, then the savings of a guarantee cabin might be worth it. After all, much of cruise life takes place outside the stateroom—on the decks, at shows, in restaurants, or exploring exotic ports of call. For some, the cabin is just a place to sleep between adventures.

On these three upcoming back-to-back cruises, for the first time, we booked a guarantee balcony cabin, not knowing where on the ship we’d be or whether we’d have to move twice. I hesitated when Tom suggested this during the cruise booking process a year ago, even with the over US $1000 in cost savings. But, I relented and said, “Let’s give it a try.”

Now, with only 12 days until boarding, we’ve been informed of our balcony cabin number and that we’ll be able to stay in the same cabin for the first and second legs of the back-to-back. We won’t be informed about the third leg for weeks, but if we have to move, it won’t be so bad, since we’ll be able to stay in the first cabin for the first 35 nights (out of 47). We are thrilled.

All in all, the unpredictability keeps travel from becoming routine. Much like flying standby or choosing a mystery hotel, the guarantee cabin is for those who can embrace a little chaos in exchange for potential reward. It’s about trusting the process and remembering that every cabin, whether inside or out, shares the same destination, the same ocean breezes, and the same star-filled nights.

If you decide to try a guarantee booking, it helps to understand the fine print. You can’t change your cabin once it’s assigned, and you can’t request a particular location in advance. The assignment is final, and that’s the trade-off for the lower fare. Some cruise lines assign guarantee cabins weeks before departure, while others wait until the last moment as they juggle cancellations and upgrades. Patience is key, and a positive mindset goes a long way.

For travelers like us, who’ve lived out of suitcases for years and learned to find comfort wherever we are, the guarantee cabin fits our philosophy: make the best of every situation. What matters most is the experience itself, the laughter shared at dinner at shared tables, the sound of the sea against the hull, the feeling of waking up in a new port with the world waiting just outside your door.

So if you’re planning your next cruise and debating whether to book a guarantee cabin, ask yourself this: Are you more excited by certainty or by surprise? Either choice can lead to wonderful memories. But for those who crave a touch of adventure even before stepping on board, a guarantee cabin might just be the perfect way to begin the voyage.

We’ll let you know what transpires for our third leg of the back-to-back cruise when we know sometime in the next several weeks.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, October 15, 2015:

In Fiji, the tiny freezer contains meat for the week, streaky bacon, bagged portions of Tom’s daily egg dish, homemade low-carb flax-and-almond-meal lemon poppyseed muffins, and low-carb coconut cookies. Also, ice, lots of ice. We Americans like ice with our cold tea. For more photos, please click here.