Traveler’s Tales: Cruising with the Nuns

We went cruising with nuns once.

Avid travelers, my parents loved cruise ships.

Unfortunately, when my mother died, my father had a series of health issues and couldn’t travel alone.

One spring break my husband and I invited him to take a simple cruise to Mexico with us and our two youngest children.

We hoped to encourage him that his life hadn’t completely narrowed to just southern California.

We weren’t all that keen  ourselves, but he was very excited–he hadn’t been to sea in several years.

When our family joined him on deck aboard the large Carnival Cruise liner, he rubbed his hands in glee. “I can’t wait to set sail. I’m going to gamble and chase women.”

“Then why am I on this cruise? I’m not interested in gambling or chasing women,” I said.

He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Our family had never been on a cruise before, though my naval officer husband certainly was familiar with ships and going to sea.

We bounced on our narrow bunk beds, inspected the various decks and found our seating assignment.

On this cruise line, we ate at the same rectangular table set for eight people the entire five days.

At the dining table

My heart sank as I examined the place cards. In addition to our five spots, three single women would join us. I hoped my father would not be too outrageous.

We wore our nice clothes that first night and arrived at the table early. My optimistic dad took the head seat with the four of us sitting two on either side.

I’ll never forgot the stunned look on his face when our table mates joined us: three nuns dressed in full habit; white wimple, black crepe veil and all.

I confess, I laughed so hard I had to cover my face with my damask napkin.

My father had the good manners to greet them in a tight voice. “Good evening, Sisters.”

They smiled politely. Middle aged and serene, they spoke in pleasant tones.

My eight-year-old daughter hadn’t seen a nun before. I explained they were nice ladies married to Jesus.

She liked the idea.

The nuns were teachers pleased to be on a spring break, just like us. Another nun who had always wanted to take a cruise had planned the trip; this wasn’t their idea. When she broke her leg, she insisted they go without her.

They had never been on a cruise before either.

As we set sail that beautiful evening headed toward Santa Catalina Island 26-miles across the sea, I wondered what the trip would hold and if my father would find some peace with his circumstances.

Illness

Unfortunately, Dad had a mini-stroke the next morning and had to be airlifted back to Los Angeles. He recovered within a few days, but the experience proved his cruising days were over. I don’t know which of us was the most crushed. I so much had wanted him to have a fun trip.

He told us to continue without him, but every day I wondered why we were on a cruise filled with drinkers, gamblers, raucous high schoolers, and three kind nuns.

Lovely women and out of their element, the nuns spent a lot of time with us.

We took off-ship tours  in Mexico with them, dined nightly at their table, sat with them during the shows, and waved when we saw them walking the top deck in shiny tennis shoes wearing black track suits with white trim.

I don’t know how many times they asked about my father and told us they were praying for him.

I’m sorry my dad didn’t get his cruise. I still feel a guilty about how hard I laughed when my father realized the single women at his table were nuns.

But I will always be thankful that in an incongruous place at a difficult time, God sent three of his special agents to minister to my family.

It just goes to show, you never know when you may end up entertaining angels, or even nuns, unawares.

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