Okay, back to business.
Well, first off, Happy Mothers' Day!!!
When we last left off, Wingnut and I were in the bus stop area of AK. We briefly considered the Yacht Club bus, but it was still fairly early in the day, so we figured we would swing by Ol' Faithful - Epcot.
Yeah, who didn't see that one coming?
Honestly, I'm not sure why we always jumped to go all the way through Epcot on our way back to the room. Especially since Wingnut was starting to feel a teensy bit under the weather.
As you may recall, when this TR began, the weather was cold. Cold cold cold. Cold to the point that the plants and flowers and other various shrubbery were all covered up and tucked in under blankets. But now it was starting to warm up, and they were all uncovered and replanted in that 3am Disney way, and Wingnut's allergies went haywire.
And of course, I hadn't packed any antihistamines. 'Cause, really, who plans on pollen in December?
Not this girl, that's who.
But, Wingnut continued to soldier on, and we were back to Epcot!
Ahhhhhhhhhh we missed you.
I promise we'll never stray to AK again, Spaceship Earth.
Wingnut, still rebelling against the constant photos.
I could have sworn there was supposed to be a hidden Mickey in this. Is there one?
Hmm. I have no idea what that is. A lobster playing the keytar?
Oooh, 80's-tastic! I think I'll head to Captain EO after this!
Stringbean and Wingnut, transplanted into the Pacific Ocean.
After Spaceship Earth, I was starting to get a bit hungry, but Wingnut was not. I decided to try the new Cantina de San Angel for a quick lunch.
(Sorry, this post covers quite a bit of story I already covered, and then I had beef tacos.)
After I had my tacos, Wingnut was starting to look less and less well. I decided we should pretty much head straight back to the Yacht Club at this point, not pass Go, and let him lie down for a bit.
Also, this is a good time to also add that Wingnut had been coping with Morton's Neuroma in his foot throughout the trip, which caused him to be in quite a bit of pain walking around. Hence me feeling especially awful having had him pushing me around.
He's exceptionally good to me, I know.
To make a long couple of hours brief, Wingnut was definitely not feeling well when we did get back to the room, but a few hours laying down helped tremendously. Not as much as some antibiotics would when he got home, but enough that he was absolutely determined to go to Kouzzina that night (even though I told him he could rest and we could get room service several times).
(Oh, and we were positive that it was his allergies causing his malaise, not something that would affect anyone else's health - don't worry!)
While he was laying down, I sat on our little balcony, read for a bit, and generally just soaked in the atmosphere of the Epcot resort area. Oh and checked on the poor beleagured Wingnut quite a few times.
My view:
Coming up next: Our last evening in Disney for this trip!
Awesome cardiac news!! That's fabulous, you and Wingnut must be so happy. You should celebrate by booking a trip to Disney!!
Frankly I'm shocked that you miraculously ended up back in Epcot. Weird.
