“The ship that will not be named” — that is how my wife and I have agreed to deal with this atrocious memory.
Embarkation was sadistic. Pouring rain in Venice, through which you MUST walk for the final 100 m to the shuttle and check-in location. Then MSC has you wait outside their MSC 5 million square foot terminal (with room for tens of thousands of people inside), in the wind and cold, for an hour just to review our visas. The rest of our boarding process was similarly dysfunctional.
Our room was not set up as we requested, Our dining time request not permitted and not changable (though we paid extra for the Fantastica Experience to so choose).
Nice use of mirrors to expand the apparent size of the cabin. Good water pressure. Quiet in night hours. Tawdry bedding and furniture.
We bird at all ports. This port was scenic and not too urban. We walked around to the east side of the port, to the top of the hill, and saw 18 species.
We’ve been to this port numerous times. The ship parked so far from the port entrance, it was not worth walking out.