We’re so spoiled. Ever since our first cruise on Windstar, we’ve become accustomed to the line’s smaller ships (149 or 312 guests), bright white sails above. So when we pass in our travels those huge boats with thousands of passengers, we shudder. We think of waiting in line to eat, to get on the shuttle boats to shore, to just about everything. OK, so we don’t get lounge magicians, putting greens and rock-climbing walls. That’s fine with us, too.