Chpt 25 - More droning on about EPCOT Ok, so I could have let Crush’s boorish behavior towards me ruin the rest of my day...but I didn’t, because I’m an adult and he’s just a non-imaginary turtle...and therefore doesn’t know any better. I’m sure if I were invited to an all-turtle function their turtlish ways would seem foreign to me as well. Plus, Crush hadn’t given Pal Mickey the time of day either....so as long as I wasn’t the only one dissed I could live with that. After Turtle Talk, we went back and used up our fastpasses for Soarin and by then it was already time for lunch. Now do you see what happens when you don't make rope drop? We toyed briefly with the idea of eating at Sunshine Seasons in the Land since we were already right there but.....quite frankly, that made too much sense. You see, we prefer to criss-cross the parks as much as possible.....kind of makes you feel like you’re getting your money’s worth. So we consulted our trusty Epcot map and decided that the Mexico Pavilion was sufficiently out of the way as to make for a suitable lunch destination. Oh sure, Germany was further...but Pal Mickey had a craving for a quesadilla. Along the way, we made a quick stop at the Refreshment Port in Canada to pick up some McDonalds for the kids ....because apparently Ronald McDonald was a Canadian...which I never knew. "So, who’s up fer some mcnuggets and a moosehead, eh? Beauty....count me in, hoser." I should point out that I was raised in north central North Dakota… so I'm just about a Canadian. In fact, if I had just said that last phrase out loud...you would have heard “a-boot” instead of “about” ...because that's how they roll up in the great white north. Anyway, as I was carrying the kid's authentic Canadian cuisine over to Mexico, a seagull made a bold attempt to crash land on the tray in a daring attempt to swipe a full container of french fries. Although this brave bird ultimately failed.... I had to admit that I admired his moxy. At this point, I was hoping that this was just an isolated incident rather than a harbinger of bird troubles to come..you know, the feathered kind of bird...not the kind you see in traffic. Anyway, we deposited the kids and their Canadian mcnuggets at a table by the lake and then Tinkershell and I headed off to pick up our lunch at Cantina de San Angel...which I believe is loosely translated as “Canteen of Sand Angels”....but I’m not 100% sure because I only took 2 years of high school spanish. Once we got up to the counter, Pal Mickey decided to pass on the dang quesadilla... because he still felt a little quesy from Crush’s snubbing at Turtle Talk. Hmmmm...I guess he must have had a big breakfast. By the time we returned to our table, DS Buddy had his hands full fending off seagulls with his chair. Apparently, these were Canadian seagulls because they wanted those mcnuggets pretty badly....eh. In retrospect, the birds weren’t that bad....but you definitely had to keep your eye on them. They were pretty tricky too. Like, for instance...one seagull would sneak up behind you and tap you on the shoulder...and then when you looked back...his accomplice would try to snatch a fry. Or, another time... five of them got on each others shoulders and put on a poncho and a sombrero....and then asked us if they could clear some of our trays. Pretty standard stuff really...nothing we couldn't handle. The real trouble started when a nearby table full of teenage boys decided they were going to openly feed the seagulls. I was never able to prove it, but my suspicion was that Tinkershell slipped them a finsky to do the deed. Now, I’m not sure what system of communication seagulls employ....because I don't speak seagulleze....but whatever it is....it’s state of the art because they got the word out toot sweet. We escaped the scene just before it got truly ugly by dropping to our hands and knees and crawling under tables...but just barely. Next up: Chpt 26 - Did I just miss something...or was that another chapter about lunch?