Many of you know, Melissa Colon (formerly “Duran”) is a great friend of mine. She wanted to blog again, and probably will many many times. She had quite the experience on her honeymoon. This story will stress you out, make you laugh a little, and…. you will FEEL HER PAIN! I wish something could be done to make Marc and Melissa feel a little bit better after this horrible experience!!
Here’s their story…..
How is everyone?
If you follow Dayna regularly on this blog or on Twitter or Facebook, then you have probably seen some stuff from my wedding. It was AMAZING…everything I could have asked for! The weather was perfect, my bridesmaids were awesome, people danced, people laughed, people got tipsy. It was a party…just the way Marc and I wanted!
However, I’m not here to talk about the wedding. I’m here to talk about the honeymoon…our honeymoon from hell!
We were super excited for this honeymoon. We worked hard saving up our money and couldn’t wait for our week of relaxation and fun.
We decided to take a week-long cruise to the Eastern Caribbean on Carnival Cruise Lines. It was in our budget and the reviews were awesome. We even splurged on a room with a big balcony. We would make five stops on the cruise… St. Thomas, Barbados, St. Lucia, St. Kitts and St. Maarten. Sounds nice, right? We booked everything including airfare and transportation through the cruise line. If you have done this before, you know the prices are a little higher than if you find air reservations on your own. Marc wanted to go through the cruise line to ensure a perfect trip. We even purchased the trip insurance. Our only concern was that Carnival wanted to fly us into San Juan, Puerto Rico the same day we were to embark. We fought this, but were told we didn’t have a choice. We reluctantly agreed.
Well, it happened. Our connecting flight in Dallas was delayed four hours. We would miss the boat. We didn’t panic. We bought the insurance, remember? They were supposed to fly us out to the first port (St. Thomas) to meet up with the ship. That should have been the next day, however, after two hours on the phone with Carnival we were told they couldn’t find us seats on a flight. We wouldn’t be able to get on the ship until mid-week. Marc wanted our money back. He was denied. We were stuck. This is when the tears came. I cried… and cried. These weren’t cute little sad tears dripping down my face. I was ugly crying… stuff coming- out- of- your- nose- ugly crying. TRUE STORY
Finally, the cruise line tells us they are going to put us up in Barbados for a few days until we could meet up with the boat. Heck, how bad could that be? Sounds like a plan! We were told how much they would reimburse us for food every day. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t horrible.
The next morning, we flew to Barbados. Our luggage DIDN’T fly there. Carnival apparently requested the airline to forward our luggage to St. Thomas where it was then picked up by a Carnival Cruise Line employee and put on the ship! Uuuummmmmm, what? Carnival sent us here! How in the world could they send our bags elsewhere??!?! Three days with no clothes, no toothbrush, no clean underwear. We rolled with it. We had no other choice.
We took a taxi to the hotel and quickly realized our adventure was just beginning. Our hotel was….um, cute. Like cute as in they pushed two twin beds together so we could sleep next to each other… cute.
We immediately started walking to find clothes and necessities. Shopping for Marc, in particular, was difficult. He ended up with a Barbados flag t-shirt and this…
Yup, that’s a lion smoking a joint. Don’t you also just love those neon purple shorts we bought?
We tried to make the best of it. Barbados is beautiful. Our first night there, we decided to walk across the street to a local bar. We never made it. On our walk, local men kept purposely bumping into Marc. It was so weird. They would either offer him drugs or try to fight him. Marc felt it was unsafe so we went back to the room and didn’t venture out past 5pm again. It gave us ample time to catch up on this past season of “Hoarders.” Thank God we had cable in our room.
The next day we hit a local beach and drank. Aside from the guy on the beach who kept offering us drugs, it was nice. He called himself “Dr. Feel Good” I’m serious.
The next day, we were to meet up with the ship. Thank the LORD! We wanted to get on the ship as soon as possible so we could eat breakfast and shower on the ship. We got there just like planned but were told the employee who checks people in didn’t start until 10:30. “No, that’s not acceptable. We need to get on this boat now!” I demanded. They didn’t care… so we sat there for 2 ½ hours in the sun… literally 100 yards away from the boat and THEY WOULDN’T LET US ON!
Can you believe we are only mid-week right now? This story is just starting!
When the employee came down to check us in, her first words were “oh Melissa and Marc, we’ve been expecting you. We are so sorry the airline ruined your trip.”
Me: “No, it was you guys”
Her: “we have no control over the plane.”
Me: “well, when your company sells plane tickets at a higher price, you guys are culpable.”
Marc: “and it doesn’t help that you all hijacked our luggage for the last three days”
Yup, she laughed. WHATEVER
We got on the ship. We ate. We showered with our own toiletries. We relaxed by the pool. The rest of the day was good.
The next day was the best. We docked in St. Lucia. It was gorgeous. We shopped and went to the beach. I did some jet-skiing which always makes me smile. It was perfect.
Friday we docked in St. Kitts. Keep in mind, we had prepaid for 3 shore excursions… like snorkeling and sailing. Because we missed the first half of the cruise, we missed two excursions. St. Kitts was our last chance. We were scheduled to snorkel. I was excited. After a morning of shopping and looking at monkeys, we went back to the ship to eat and get our bathing suits on to snorkel. As we were walking out of the room, our phone rings. “Hi, Mrs. Colon, we’re so sorry to tell you that your snorkeling excursion for the day has been canceled. The tour guide feels the visibility underwater isn’t that great. We’re sorry. We will refund your money.”
I hung up the phone and laughed. Marc and I joked that we were bad luck and would probably get thrown overboard any second. We decided to not go to the beach that day because our dinner server told us the cabs in St. Kitts were pricey. Remember, Marc and I were running low on cash because we had used so much of it at the beginning of our trip. We were told the next stop in St. Maarten was the best so we decided to save our remaining cash for the next day…and so ended our day in St. Kitts.
The next morning I was ready to go. I ordered us room service at 6:30am because I planned to take full advantage of our last stop, but five minutes after we got our food, our cruise director came on over the intercom system:
“Good morning, passengers. I have some bad news for you. The captain has decided not to dock in St. Maarten today. The swells are just a tad concerning so we are not stopping…but join us at the pool at noon for a trivia contest!”
I put down my bowl of cereal and went back to bed. Marc and I felt defeated.
Carnival ended up taking us to Puerto Rico where the cruise ended. We got off the ship and made our way to the airport. We flew from PR to Miami where we were scheduled to fly back to Las Vegas. We got on the plane in Miami…and we waited. We waited for two hours on the plane. That’s when the captain came on and said we could get off the plane if we wanted. They were waiting for a mechanical engineer to change a light bulb. They couldn’t find him. We got off the plane where we waited for another hour…then got back on the plane, waited another 30 minutes and then took off. 5 hours later, we were at McCarran Int’l. I climbed into bed at 3am. Thank God it was over.
I have done everything I possibly can to get some sort of refund, reimbursement, etc. Carnival hasn’t budged. We haven’t even been paid back for the clothes we had to buy or the food we had to purchase.
I’ve learned a lot though… Marc and I work well as a team. I knew that already but believe it even more now. I know how to comb the tangles out of my hair with my fingers…and I’m pretty good at it. Carry any medicine you have in your purse… not your luggage. When traveling, carry a clean pair of undies in your purse. You never know when you’ll need it!
This story exhausts me. I’m sure you’re exhausted too. I feel like Carnival Cruise Lines should be ashamed of themselves. We saved up for this trip and were disappointed. People keep saying I will look back and laugh. That hasn’t happened yet.
For now, we just put it behind us and pray we get a second chance at a honeymoon.