GeorgiaAristocat
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- Feb 23, 2005
When last we spoke, the family was headed to FRANCE for lunch. Not the fancy place in France, just the Patisserie. We were not wasting perfectly good dining credits on a sit down meal in France. We had better places planned. Like CANADA and ITALY. But lunch, outisde, I was all in for that. We strolled along, taking a few photos on the way:
We mostly just ambled through Canada. Since Boost was on a mission. For food. Amazing how quickly you can cover a country that size.
Do you suppose that is why Disney did not include a Russia pavilion? How big would THAT have to be. Or, perhaps, it was the cold war. And because a Russian missile would not have been very eye pleasing.
I am among the group that would wish for an expansion of World Showcase, to add a few more countries - Russia included. I find the culture and history of that country fascinating. And, you'd think with the Bazillion Brazillian tourists, that they might want an homage to SOMEPLACE in South America. Just a thought. They could build a Peruvian pavilion and require everyone to hike up a mountain to see it. (Or they could have everyone fly through in little planes. However, those tend to crash in the mountains, don't they? And we wouldn't want cannabilism at Disney. Seeing people turn on each other is simply . . .distasteful.)
Ooops. Sorry. Back to the story.
When we got to Great Britain, I decided I needed to make a phone call. To find out how Grammy and Neatkid were doing on their trek (speaking of the Andes).
Funny, I didn't get through. But they had strict instructions to call me when they reached the Orlando airport, so that we could make it back to the Villa to welcome them. And let them inside.
Onwards and upwards. To France, for lunch, at the Patisserie. Yes, we were still on our way. Trying to soak in the atmosphere. We finally made it over there, and started trolling for a table. Those of you who have eaten here know that these tables are outdoors. And, mostly, in the sun. Well, it was HOT. Even for this Georgia girl, it was hot. We didn't want to eat in the sun. Boost wasn't even sure he wanted to eat here at all. But I prevailed. And I made him look at the menu and he decided that a Ham and Cheese Croissant would do him just fine. Especially when I reminded him that this was one of the FEW places in Dizzy World to get decent coffee. The coffee tipped the scales. So, I left him with the kids with strict instructions to find a table. Swooping if necessary. (EVERYONE was hovering.) I went through the line, made my choices, had to improvise on his dessert because they did NOT have any strawberry tarts. I substituted cheesecake. Which is his favorite.
Actually, I remain convinced that cheesecake is the reason that Boost married me. Because I used to make him a cheesecake (the good kind, New York, baked, from scratch) whenever he wanted one. I was a loving and giving girlfriend like that. Sucker. I think it's been something like 18 months now since I've made a cheesecake. He didn't even get one for his birthday this year. Life is tragedy.
So, I paid for our meal (well, I handed the girl the magic cards and said "dining plan") and went to find the family. He had scooped a table with only partial sun. And, most chivalrously, taken the chair that placed himself in the sun, leaving a shady spot for me.
Perhaps I should make him a cheesecake for that. Or perhaps the one piece that I handed him at the time covers that little kindness. (Okay, it was a big kindness.)
The kids were ready to dive in. To my chocolate mousse. I insisted on real food first. At least a bite or two. They complied. A little bit of ham from Boost, a little bit of egg from mom. (Yes, real Moms DO eat quiche.)
All in all, it was a pleasant repast. Except Boost wanted to know where his coffee was. Silly me, I thought he would want it AFTER his meal. He finished and went back in line. I thought he was getting himself a Cappuccino, which is his usual preference. But, like all good marriages, there are occasional surprises. He got himself a double espresso.
I think he was feeling a little tired. From pushing the stroller. With 60 lbs of kid in it. And watching me carry the video camera.
Of course, the double espresso came in the teensy tiny little espresso cup. Boost is accustomed to big giant mugs of coffee. That he gulps. In large quantities.
He declared the espresso a "coffee tease."
I laughed heartily and drank my water.
Then we decided to head back to Great Britain and see if we could locate Pooh and Friends. And, I had it on good authority that the Princesses that were at Breakfast that morning would be milling about the World Showcase that afternoon, in various places. We were on the lookout.
Next chapter: Now we know why Wesley loves her so much . . . (Page 15, Post 223)
We mostly just ambled through Canada. Since Boost was on a mission. For food. Amazing how quickly you can cover a country that size.
Do you suppose that is why Disney did not include a Russia pavilion? How big would THAT have to be. Or, perhaps, it was the cold war. And because a Russian missile would not have been very eye pleasing.
I am among the group that would wish for an expansion of World Showcase, to add a few more countries - Russia included. I find the culture and history of that country fascinating. And, you'd think with the Bazillion Brazillian tourists, that they might want an homage to SOMEPLACE in South America. Just a thought. They could build a Peruvian pavilion and require everyone to hike up a mountain to see it. (Or they could have everyone fly through in little planes. However, those tend to crash in the mountains, don't they? And we wouldn't want cannabilism at Disney. Seeing people turn on each other is simply . . .distasteful.)
Ooops. Sorry. Back to the story.
When we got to Great Britain, I decided I needed to make a phone call. To find out how Grammy and Neatkid were doing on their trek (speaking of the Andes).
Funny, I didn't get through. But they had strict instructions to call me when they reached the Orlando airport, so that we could make it back to the Villa to welcome them. And let them inside.
Onwards and upwards. To France, for lunch, at the Patisserie. Yes, we were still on our way. Trying to soak in the atmosphere. We finally made it over there, and started trolling for a table. Those of you who have eaten here know that these tables are outdoors. And, mostly, in the sun. Well, it was HOT. Even for this Georgia girl, it was hot. We didn't want to eat in the sun. Boost wasn't even sure he wanted to eat here at all. But I prevailed. And I made him look at the menu and he decided that a Ham and Cheese Croissant would do him just fine. Especially when I reminded him that this was one of the FEW places in Dizzy World to get decent coffee. The coffee tipped the scales. So, I left him with the kids with strict instructions to find a table. Swooping if necessary. (EVERYONE was hovering.) I went through the line, made my choices, had to improvise on his dessert because they did NOT have any strawberry tarts. I substituted cheesecake. Which is his favorite.
Actually, I remain convinced that cheesecake is the reason that Boost married me. Because I used to make him a cheesecake (the good kind, New York, baked, from scratch) whenever he wanted one. I was a loving and giving girlfriend like that. Sucker. I think it's been something like 18 months now since I've made a cheesecake. He didn't even get one for his birthday this year. Life is tragedy.
So, I paid for our meal (well, I handed the girl the magic cards and said "dining plan") and went to find the family. He had scooped a table with only partial sun. And, most chivalrously, taken the chair that placed himself in the sun, leaving a shady spot for me.
Perhaps I should make him a cheesecake for that. Or perhaps the one piece that I handed him at the time covers that little kindness. (Okay, it was a big kindness.)
The kids were ready to dive in. To my chocolate mousse. I insisted on real food first. At least a bite or two. They complied. A little bit of ham from Boost, a little bit of egg from mom. (Yes, real Moms DO eat quiche.)
All in all, it was a pleasant repast. Except Boost wanted to know where his coffee was. Silly me, I thought he would want it AFTER his meal. He finished and went back in line. I thought he was getting himself a Cappuccino, which is his usual preference. But, like all good marriages, there are occasional surprises. He got himself a double espresso.
I think he was feeling a little tired. From pushing the stroller. With 60 lbs of kid in it. And watching me carry the video camera.
Of course, the double espresso came in the teensy tiny little espresso cup. Boost is accustomed to big giant mugs of coffee. That he gulps. In large quantities.
He declared the espresso a "coffee tease."
I laughed heartily and drank my water.
Then we decided to head back to Great Britain and see if we could locate Pooh and Friends. And, I had it on good authority that the Princesses that were at Breakfast that morning would be milling about the World Showcase that afternoon, in various places. We were on the lookout.
Next chapter: Now we know why Wesley loves her so much . . . (Page 15, Post 223)
(I fell behind while we were gone on our own WDW adventure!) Your kids are really adorable and it looks like you all had a wonderful time!
