(Astute readers will have already noticed that I didn't really look at the breakfast link I posted in the last chapter, and that it also contained lunch, and the end of our trip!)
So soon?
Alright, so when we last left off, Wingnut and I were headed off to walk...er...swim around the World Showcase.
See how much it was raining?
Picture spot!
Funny, normal people don't stroll around the World Showcase in a downpour.
While taking a break in Italy, we found a little duck couple enjoying the rain.
"Delightful weather we're having, isn't it?"
I assume they were headed to France for Napoleons and squishees. Great minds think alike, you know.
We trekked on.
It rained.
With a few breaks, Wingnut and I made our way around World Showcase

yay

and to our lunch reservation at Rose and Crown, where the food was very good, but the restaurant also had the added bonus of being dry.
(Scroll past the Mickey waffle.)
After lunch, we stopped in that little shop by the International Gateway (I feel like Traders is in the name?), and bought new socks. (The souvenirs just get more practical as the trip goes on, don't they?

) Our socks at that point were absolutely soaked, and we knew we didn't want to spend the next several hours in gross damp socks.
We headed back to the Yacht Club to wait for Magical Express.
Remember that foreshadowing from before...it comes into play right around now.
Now I had known that Magical Express comes to your resort 3 hours early to take you to the airport. The bus pulled up, and we and one other group got on. All was well. Well, of course we were sad.
But we settled into the bus, as it pulled around to the Beach Club.
Fine. That's alright.
We then pulled around again to the Boardwalk.
Now, each stop was taking awhile. It was now well past 3, and we were still at the Boardwalk. I wasn't getting too nervous yet, but others on the bus were, that this was taking an awful long time.
I checked our flight info, and it was still on time.
When the bus driver got back on board, I asked him "this is the last stop, right? After this, we're going to the airport?"
He said yes, on to the airport now.
Okay.
Okay, but why are we PULLING INTO CARIBBEAN BEACH RESORT???
I may not be wonderful with directions, but I'm positive the Orlando Airport isn't through these gates.
It was rapidly approaching 4 at this point, and Wingnut and I were really concerned we were going to miss our flight. We were in absolutely no shape to bolt through the airport, and at this rate, who knows where else we were going to stop?
When the bus stopped in front of Caribbean Beach, Wingnut and I instantly decided to leave. We grabbed our bags, and told the driver to grab our luggage from under the bus right now, and I flagged down one of the CM's to hail us one of the waiting cabs.
"This is the last stop, we're going to the airport after this," the bus driver was attempting to reassure us, but we had already heard that line before. We were in that taxi as fast as possible, leaving the Magical Express bus before it had begun loading more people.
Once in the cab, I again checked the status of our flight, which was now delayed by 2 hours.
Moral of the story: Wingnut and I are fine using Magical Express TO the resort. Going back to the airport, it's worth the $50 to save the aggravation.
At the airport, we asked about wheelchairs, and they said that we could use the ones that were kept outside. We peeked out there, and the chairs were dirty and rusted to the point of being unusable.
Toto, I don't believe we're in Disney anymore.
So we walked. And it was a lot more than I had walked up until then, but we made it without anything interesting happening (which definitely is a good thing).
Eventually, our flight arrived, it was delayed further once we got onto the plane, and we were then headed home. I probably had more blue potato chips. I missed Disney already. There, the chips would have had little Mickey ears.

Oh, real world, why do you kibosh whimsy so?
Coming up next: some sort of wrap-up! (And possibly Wingnut may chime in as well...)