So... that's the upside. I guess.
The downside is that we still have 7 more days. Of THIS. Crap.
To go.
Anywho... we bought the three kids Kaki Goris. In Japan. And started to walk towards the U.S.A.
The American Pavillion doesn't have a REAL restaurant by the way. They have a counter service which sells burgers, chicken fingers, hotdogs, fries and the like.
It's always sorta depressed me. There is a wealth of great, amazing food which I think is "American". And should be properly celebrated. In a REAL restaurant. There. Like: Manhattan and New England Clam Chowders, Shoofly Pie, Virginia ham, Gumbo, Po-boy sandwiches, Lobster rolls, Tex-Mex, banana splits, oysters from the Northwest Coast, San Francisco sourdough bread. And let's not forget America's crowning jewel. Of grub. The GREAT FAMOUS Philly Cheesesteak. With Cheez Whiz. That is. Not any other kind of cheese. Because that's just WRONG.
Wrong.
What is the "Whiz" part anyway? And is the "Cheez" still cheese????? I need some answers, people. You can PM me if you want. To avoid grossing the others out.
Then... again... there are other American foods one must avoid. In my opinion. Like: American cheese "food product", jerky, grits, Spam, peanut butter, pork rinds and fried dill pickles. And the WORST of the WORST... Chicken-Fried Steak.
What is "Chicken-Fried Steak"? I don't have a clue. Actually. But, to me, it's like a bad oxymoron. And a double negative. If using grammatical terms.
The trope of litotes.
What I want to say is this: I don't never want none of that!
Heh heh.
Anywho... I think the American Pavillion at EPCOT should have a better restaurant. To celebrate American Culture. Foodstyle.
That is my first message to THE MOUSE. This TR.
I'm pretty sure he's reading this. Too.
Heh heh.
We had to stop in the U.S.A. Because Tommy needed to be cleaned off from his Cherry Kaki Gori.
What he really needed was for me to pop into the shop, there, and buy a new one. A new $30 shirt.
Not gonna happen. My friends.
But, to be truthful, it didn't even cross my mind. I'm way too cheap. At heart.
What I DID do was to take his shirt off. So he could finish his shaved ice treat bare-chested. Turn his skin red. Save the shirt.
I am a classy woman. Let me tell ya.
I am.
Or else I'd have MY shirt off. Enjoying me one Rainbow Kaki Gori. In the sun.
See?
There's always an upside. In life.
You just have to know where to look.
The kids and Mellyman finished their treats. We continued on. Through World Showcase.
Past Italy.
Past Germany.
I stopped dead. In front of Norway.
Me: I guess we better ride Maestrom. Now.
All the other happyhaunts: NO!
Me: I HAVE to.
Mellyman: For ZZUB?
Me: Ha ha! Good one. But, seriously, for the Vikings. My Disfriends.
Mellyman: It's for ZZUB.
Calvin: ZZUB said this. ZZUB said that. ZZUB likes this. ZZUB likes that.
Me: Can it, little man. If you'd like to see the inside of Test Track. Instead of sitting around on your butt on a bench outside.
Mellyman: Touchy touchy.
Me: So... who's going? With me?
Beth: Mommy. I think you are on your own.
They left me. They took the FASTPASSES for Test Track. And left me all alone in front of Maelstrom.
I'd LIKE to say. I rode it. And loved it.
But I CAN'T.
I couldn't do it. Not yet. In the trip.
I knew this: That it would drain my will to live.
So I looked around in the giftshop instead. Saw the Viking PLUTO. And decided that I would buy him. For something. I was gonna do.
But... later.
I left Norway.
With my heart light and happy. For I had NOT ventured into Maelstrom. Yet.
Maelstrom is one of the WORST rides. Ever. In the whole WDW. The whole world. Truth be told.
And... get THIS... it is a FASTPASS! Ride.
Ha Ha!
I ran to Test Track. Full-out. In the very hot sun. To catch my family before they rode it.
I was glad that Philippe had insisted upon the bowl of dressing. To keep my energy up.
I think.
I caught them. Anyhow. In the line just before the doors open for the pre-show.
Tommy was very jazzed because he loves Test Track.
It reminds him of The General.
It reminds all of us of The General.
Behind the wheel. Of her car.
Riding Test Track is like going to the mall. In my Mother's sweet ride.
For this reason Test Track makes me laugh. And cry. At the same time.
The only thing missing is the running over of her neighbour's small dog. Named "Biscuit" aka "Bikkies".
I swear.
So we did Test Track. At the part where it seems like you're gonna hit the wall... I make a funny, excited face.
And clap with GLEE.
So I look like a freak. In the photo.
That's Mama's kind of fun.
Then we decide to head back to the BWV and have a swim. Before dinner. Which is to be at Le Cellier. In Canada.
You just can't keep the Canadians out of Canada. It seems.
Although the Quebecois are sure tryin'. (that would be slightly... inflamatory... if there were more Canadians. Here. FYI.)
We headed towards the big fountain. In the middle of Futureworld. I think it's called the Fountain of Nations. In Innovention Plaza.
Anywho... it was shooting water into the crowds of people standing around the fountain. Over the heads of the people closest to it and raining down on everyone's heads.
It looked like fun.
So we joined the crowd to cool off.
That's where Calvin noticed the boy.
He was about the same age as Calvin. But very slight. Pale. With a brush cut of white-blond hair growing in. It seemed.
He had one leg. The other one was metal. A prosthetic leg with a running shoe on the foot of it.
Calvin looked at him for a moment. I was about to lean down and tell Calvin to please not stare.
But, then, the boy looked over. And saw Calvin staring at his leg.
He looked self-conscious for a minute.
Then Calvin said, "Your leg! Your leg!"
I froze. The boy did too. He just looked at Calvin.
Then Calvin yelled, "COOL! It's like Terry Fox's!" And raised his thumbs up high in the air.
The boy paused for a second. And then this great big smile spread across his little face.
And he raised his two thumbs up like Calvin.
And we all stood in the water raining down from the Fountain of Nations.
I stood with a lump in my throat. And some wetness on my face.
Which did NOT come from the fountain.
To be continued. Up Next: We FINALLY get home to the BWV. Tommy pees. By the Clown Pool. And other places. Everyone does the Clown Slide. Except for Me(l). Big surprise.
