These men all work in Palo, the upscale Italian restaurant on the cruise. Pietro, the maitre d, is from Italy. He was aghast at the current temperatures in our home state of North Dakota (about -30). We're so pathetic; we have so little to brag about . . . If only we could export our weather. . . . (maybe as weapons technology).
The bartender. . .
. . . . a server keeping all the trays of the brunch filled with delights. . . .
. . . and the delightful Igor from Bosnia. He was our waiter for the 3 meals we got to have at Palo, the tea, the brunch and a dinner. "Tea" is an elaborate event in itself, accompanied, of course, by more food and desserts. During brunch and tea, if you manage to tear your eyes away from the feast before you, you can look out the windows at the ocean.
Somehow, Disney manages to find individuals as employees who seem to be selected for their easy-going, cheerful, natures.
While Doug and I were walking around the decks (trying to burn off some of the calories!), one cabin steward noticed my camera and stopped me, grabbed a towel from a room, warmed it with a hair dryer, had me wrap my camera for a minute, then sent us through a door to the "secret verandah" for photos. He said "we Nikon owners have to watch out for each other" and said that many of the staff had learned, some the hard way, to take such measures before leaving the internal air conditioning, for the outside humidity, to protect the cameras. Sweet! (Sorry. No particularly exciting photo from this, however, other than a shot of the ocean.)