My boyfriend and I are currently sailing around the southern coast of Australia on a Silversea cruise ship that started out in Auckland. For almost three weeks, we have been wined and dined, pampered and indulged. We have a butler, and he regularly brings us shrimp cocktail and chocolate chip cookies. The entire crew knows our names, and when they're not busy they happily chat with us about what it's like to see the entire world from a cruise ship. We sleep with the doors open to the saltwater air, and we particularly love standing over the bow of the ship with pre-dinner coupes of Champagne. A number of people on the boat are over the age of 65, and we have enjoyed the grandparent-like attention. When I got a sunburn despite diligent application of the onboard boutique's finest suntan lotion, it was a ship-wide scandal; I'm surprised no one threatened to call my mother.
For a happier relationship, try actually doing stuff you love
