"....Let's Say Our Last Good-bys to the Castle - But First, a word From Our Local Turkey Leg Vendor..."
....do you know how a Disney vacation is really no vacation unless you board your favorite ride or see your favorite attraction, or in general, go through the motions of some sacred tradition? For Ron, it's the turkey leg. He can't get enough of them; traditionally, we buy one [to share] at Toluca Turkey Legs in DHS, but true to form, we missed a lot of our "must do's" and the eating of the turkey leg was no exception. Once again, we crossed over in front of the castle:
...of which some sort of afternoon character show was taking place - we've long since taken in any of the shows, mainly because our boys are grown, and, quite frankly, while most of the park-goers converge for an optimum spot at the center of the 'wheel', we traverse along one of the spokes to clearer pastures. In other words, it's less crowded in the lands while a good portion of the crowd is taking in a show or parade.
....in Frontierland, we hurried over to the turkey leg kiosk, where the CM informed us that we were in luck, since he had just received a new batch of turkey legs; that kind CM picked out a great big, juicy leg and carefully wrapped it up 'to go', letting us know that we could get one of those blue Disney bags at the kiosk next door that sells those Davy Crockett hats. My DH has always been fascinated by the patrons walking along, happily chomping away at their 'food handles', mostly because those turkey legs always contain so much sinew and tendons and the like. He enjoys it in a more dignified way - mainly, by dissecting it and hovering over the pink, fleshy meat with a fork, slowly devouring each succulent morsel. Personally, eating it as a sort of 'finger food' satisfies the most 'Fred Flintstone' instinct in me. Eating a turkey leg with a fork and knife is like eating a slice of pizza with eating utensils - you just don't do it, or, at least
I don't.
With leg in hand, securely wrapped like a souvenir, we headed towards the exit, stopping here and there along Main Street to look for what I secretly yearned - a WDW Alex and Ani bracelet. As fate would have it, Ron was in an especially good mood. Was it because he was now in possession of a fragrant turkey leg? Was it because his fever was breaking? Was it because he knew that we'd be headed back to New Jersey first thing in the morning? Was it because my DS's party was successfully thwarted? Personally, I think it was a little of all of the above, but who am I to argue with his sudden bout of generosity?

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) Needless to say, I became the proud owner of two bracelets - one silver, one gold, and now I was as giddy as Ron, as we continued along Main Street:
....being back here reminded me of the mishap earlier in the day - for now, the wound was just a dull ache:
....we arrived at the bus depot with moments to spare, and were soon relaxing in the comfort of a Mickey bus on its way to AKL, after a long eventful day spent at Magic Kingdom....it was bittersweet to sit in that bus and pass the Contemporary, as I sighed a silent sigh, visioning sushi and steak....I could almost taste it now. Almost.
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