Right. This is the one I hesitated to include.
Because it's personal. And I wasn't sure I wanted to explain why I needed it in the first place.
But it's changed my cruise experience more than any sunscreen, mist, or lip balm. So here we go.
For years, cruises stressed me out for one specific reason.
Not the ship. Not the crowds. Not even the organised fun.
It was my legs.
Think about what cruises actually demand. Swimwear at the pool. Short dresses for port excursions in 35-degree heat. Formal nights where you're photographed from head to toe.
There's nowhere to hide on a cruise.
And my legs — after 50-something years, two children, and a few questionable sunbed decisions in my thirties — weren't exactly photo-ready.
A web of broken veins behind my left knee. Two thick ones running down my right shin. Brown patches from the sunbed era, the kind that just looked like dirt. That blotchy, mottled tone that seemed to get worse every year.
And here's the thing nobody really says out loud.
It wasn't just that I wanted them covered. I wanted them to look like everyone else's legs at the pool.