I called my therapist first who was very helpful and told me to call Carnival and pony up for an oceanview or balcony cabin. While I’ve sailed in inside cabins many, many times before without issue, the thought of one now had me wondering who I should call first, Carnival customer service or my therapist. It was bad.Īnd then a few days later I received an e-mail from Carnival informing me that the original cabin I’d booked, a porthole cabin with a view of outside, had been replaced with a standard inside cabin with no window. And sweetest too – he only looks mad in this photo because we’d been trapped in the elevator of our high rise apartment building in downtown Seattle for 45 minutes following our morning walk and he wanted his breakfast! But while Henry would instantly forget about this little incident with his first post-rescue bite of kibble, I was quickly descending (not from a sudden elevator drop – sorry for the poor choice of word there) from mild claustrophobe to planning how I was going to walk up and down 24 flights of stairs for the remaining year left on our lease to distract myself from hyperventilating.

That’s Henry, the best good boi in all the land. You’re probably wondering what a photo of a dog in an elevator has to do with an inside cabin on the Carnival Panorama, right? First off, he’s not a dog.