marias
Mouseketeer
- Joined
- May 11, 2004
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The Team:
DH: Long suffering one (42)
DD: Beautiful, amusing and very so slightly stroppy (9 going on 19)
MIL: Sexagenarian
FIL: Sexagenarian
Me: Planner, worrier, pessimist (35 almost)
3. Florida Here we come!
Midnight DD wakes and yells we are going to Florida today, Oh joy what must the guests in the next room think. Well, we agree that yes it is today and that the alarm will go off in 5.5 hours so we must return to sleep. All is quiet!
3am DD wakes we are going to Florida quite soon she states giggling and squealing. OK, given that Ive not been sleeping all that well of late I am a little touchy but as it is officially the first day of the holiday, I soothe and settle her back to sleep with the understanding phrase of if you dont let me rest I am going to be grouchy tomorrow. Hah scared her into submission. Again quietness reigns.
5am DD is awake with a capital A, and before she has a chance to utter a word we are out of bed, kettle is on and shower is running. We of course knew that sleep would not come easy and we are more than a little excited.
Having already checked-in using the DIY service on Virgins website we get to the airport at seven and there was no queue, boarding cards collected and relieved of luggage in less than 20 minutes. On to breakfast, which unfortunately was a bit of a rip-off and not that tasty never mind. Boarding began at 10.00 with take-off at 10.45. It was a really good flight and we landed at 2.00pm local time. We were expecting to be delayed ages in immigration but we were at the Dollar desk by 3.30 which I think was pretty good going. I had already warned DD not to try and engage the officials in banter (as she is wont to do) and bless she was on her best behaviour. Who should get told off yep, me! The lady said if you are staying in Kissimmee then that is not Orlando I just looked sheepish, apologized and scarpered as soon as I could. I always have a guilty look on my face and true to form, where I could get stopped I did, unfortunately dragging both DD (who thought it was great fun, having the bags searched) and DH (who wasnt quite so impressed) with me.
The journey to the villa started uneventfully and we were making very good time, until we came to an un-manned toll-road which thought we hadnt paid enough money ($0.50 was the charge but we ended up putting in about $2) as it refused to register any display. Anyway tempers were fraying inside the car and DH drives through the booth only to be greeted with a siren and the prospect of our photo being taken. By this time DD is hysterical in the back seat imagining that DH is soon to be arrested. A kind local pulls alongside us and confirms that the toll has been broken for a week and does this to everyone. Im still hoping this is the case and we dont get refused entry next time. As we get ready to make the final turn off US192 it becomes clear that they have closed it for road works. With only written directions and no map we are completely lost. A car dealership gives the assistance we require and we arrive at the villa around 5.00pm. After a quick tour of the villa and a bit of unpacking we leave FIL and DD in the pool and venture out for supplies, Walmart is exactly like Asda at home full of English people. Nice to know we werent the only ones having their first nights meal in their room.
Maria
DH: Long suffering one (42)
DD: Beautiful, amusing and very so slightly stroppy (9 going on 19)
MIL: Sexagenarian
FIL: Sexagenarian
Me: Planner, worrier, pessimist (35 almost)
3. Florida Here we come!
Midnight DD wakes and yells we are going to Florida today, Oh joy what must the guests in the next room think. Well, we agree that yes it is today and that the alarm will go off in 5.5 hours so we must return to sleep. All is quiet!
3am DD wakes we are going to Florida quite soon she states giggling and squealing. OK, given that Ive not been sleeping all that well of late I am a little touchy but as it is officially the first day of the holiday, I soothe and settle her back to sleep with the understanding phrase of if you dont let me rest I am going to be grouchy tomorrow. Hah scared her into submission. Again quietness reigns.
5am DD is awake with a capital A, and before she has a chance to utter a word we are out of bed, kettle is on and shower is running. We of course knew that sleep would not come easy and we are more than a little excited.
Having already checked-in using the DIY service on Virgins website we get to the airport at seven and there was no queue, boarding cards collected and relieved of luggage in less than 20 minutes. On to breakfast, which unfortunately was a bit of a rip-off and not that tasty never mind. Boarding began at 10.00 with take-off at 10.45. It was a really good flight and we landed at 2.00pm local time. We were expecting to be delayed ages in immigration but we were at the Dollar desk by 3.30 which I think was pretty good going. I had already warned DD not to try and engage the officials in banter (as she is wont to do) and bless she was on her best behaviour. Who should get told off yep, me! The lady said if you are staying in Kissimmee then that is not Orlando I just looked sheepish, apologized and scarpered as soon as I could. I always have a guilty look on my face and true to form, where I could get stopped I did, unfortunately dragging both DD (who thought it was great fun, having the bags searched) and DH (who wasnt quite so impressed) with me.
The journey to the villa started uneventfully and we were making very good time, until we came to an un-manned toll-road which thought we hadnt paid enough money ($0.50 was the charge but we ended up putting in about $2) as it refused to register any display. Anyway tempers were fraying inside the car and DH drives through the booth only to be greeted with a siren and the prospect of our photo being taken. By this time DD is hysterical in the back seat imagining that DH is soon to be arrested. A kind local pulls alongside us and confirms that the toll has been broken for a week and does this to everyone. Im still hoping this is the case and we dont get refused entry next time. As we get ready to make the final turn off US192 it becomes clear that they have closed it for road works. With only written directions and no map we are completely lost. A car dealership gives the assistance we require and we arrive at the villa around 5.00pm. After a quick tour of the villa and a bit of unpacking we leave FIL and DD in the pool and venture out for supplies, Walmart is exactly like Asda at home full of English people. Nice to know we werent the only ones having their first nights meal in their room.
Maria
