It was a beautiful sunny day in Seattle, Washington, as we waited to board our cruise. I was antsy, ready to be on the pool deck with a piña colada in hand.
But as we inched toward the front of the security line, we realized something unusual: the ship docked in port looked different than what we expected. It was the same class, but the sign at the front of the line said Encore — which made no sense, as our ship was Bliss.
Frantically, I pulled up our cruise documents on my phone and realized something that made my stomach drop: our ship had left the night before. This was an entirely different cruise. A lump formed in my throat as I bit back tears. We had to fix this — but first, we had to grab our bags before they ended up aboard the wrong ship. We sprinted down the pier.
Fortunately, we were able to retrieve our luggage, and immediately jumped into problem-solving mode.



