After spending the day running errands with Max, I finally had plenty of time to settle back and just enjoy the day. My dad came over around 4:15 and drove us and our luggage to the airport. I was stunned and very proud of myself that the “suitcase in a suitcase” trick worked, but thinking about it, it makes sense. We usually pack our large suitcase to bursting, our medium full, and our small/carryon suitcase stuffed also. Then we pack the “needs” in a small duffle carryon. This time? We used a different large suitcase and stuffed the other large one with the normal medium. So the same space on the way down. On the way home though, we’d have an extra.
Security at our home airport was thorough, but easy. We made it through and were boarded on the plane in no time. Max was charming people left and right - he is in that chatty stage and was making a lot of people laugh. The plane we take to MSP is a tiny one - one seat row on one side of the aisle, and two seat row on the other. Max was glued to the view and enjoyed the whole flight over. This flight actually spends more time in the ascent and descent than on the normal flight.
Once at MSP, we got our side checked luggage and headed for Concourse G. It didn’t take long to get there using the people movers and we had enough time to pick up a few sandwiches and some fruit in a nearby deli, split one of the sandwiches, and use the bathroom. Then we were called to board.
The flight wasn’t full by any means and although it seemed like we spent a lot of time on the ground, we actually made it to MCO with about 8 minutes to spare. Goofy, having been at work at 6:30 am slept most of the flight. Maxcolored pictures, played with his crayons, did follow the dots in an activity pack and snuggled (no sleeping though). I watched two episodes of CSI Miami and most of one episode of Psych on the iPod, and chatted with Max when he wasn’t concentrating on his masterpieces.
When we arrived at MCO, it didn’t seem like much time at all to me, but there was a mother of a less than two year old who seemed to be more anxious to get off the plane than anyone else. I think I was in The Zone. You know...been here, done this. I knew we would get off the plane, get our luggage, get our car, etc. Plus I was tired. And Max was being really good. In no time, we were able to deplane and the three of us took the familiar trek down to Baggage Claim.
We beat our luggage by about 5 minutes, but once it came out we got our suitcases right away. Max’s carseat wasn’t too far behind and we toddled off to Alamo to pick up our car. As usual, it was the only rental car with any sort of real line. But by the time we got there, we were next and waited only about 2-3 minutes. This is unheard of in our past vacations and we were very pleased.
The only holdup was that we were using my card to pay for the car and the reservation was in Goofy’s name. Once we had that straightened out, we both signed as drivers (thank you
Walmart code, for the 20% off and free additional driver! We hate the store, love the discount!). I had no idea if I’d actually drive at all this trip (I didn't!), but the option was there. DH likes his naps in the afternoons and DS and I would rather be exploring. Having my name as a driver meant I could get some practice driving around property. I have a lot more vacation time than Goofy so we know at some point, I may bring Max down here for a few days before Goofy can join us. If so, it would be nice to get the car ourselves instead of relying on ME and WDW buses, etc. There is NOTHING wrong with those, we just prefer the freedom of our own car. Plus we like going to other resorts and have ADR’s at many so the car frees us up there.
Once we had our Alamo paperwork in hand, we walked out and wandered until we found the fullsize cars. I think Alamo looks to see what we've reserved and then they move the category. We searched through rows of cars for the SUV Lites last trip. This trip...it was the fullsizes that were elusive. Once we found them, we had the choice of a Pontiac Grand Prix, a Pontiac Grand Prix, another Pontiac Grand Prix and (shocking!) a Pontiac Grand Prix. Three were taupe and one was blue. We decided to be different and went with the blue. It was a very nice and comfortable car (plenty of trunk space AND remote start!) and we settled in, cranked the air conditioner and were off.
There was a lot of construction, but we followed the signs towards WDW with no problem. Max tried to stay up to see the welcome arches and he didn’t crash until about 2 minutes before we got there. It broke my heart, but I woke him up to see them. I knew he’d be upset if I didn’t. The problem here? If Max nods off….even for a minute….he gets his little “catnap” and doesn’t get tired again for a long time. He’s always been that way. When he was a baby/toddler, we’d actually spend effort trying to keep him awake in the car so he’d nap when we got home. If he fell asleep half a mile from our house, nap was shot.
So Max was up when we entered through the arches (yayyyy!!!) and was uber excited to find the Beach Club. We pulled up and the valet stand was (understandably) deserted. Max and I hopped out with our carryons and went inside while DH unloaded the rest of the suitcases (two).
The lobby was deserted. No one. Nada. Max ran over to the cartoons while I walked over to check in. The lobby was also redecorated from last year. It wasn't the same. I moved up to the checkin desk and politely stood behind the sign asking me politely to stand behind the sign. And I waited. And waited. Goofy came in and I was still waiting. Time ticked. There was no bell to ring, and no sign of life. I stepped forward out of my “polite” zone to peek towards the open office doors. A subtle “beep” toned. I stepped back. Same beep. A voice from the office area called out “coming!” in a very nice tone (honest – it was a nice tone). A very sweet CM came out and I stepped forward again. Beep. There was the secret. My manners worked against me this time.
Check in was nice – she was very friendly and tried to keep it as easy as possible “so you can go get some sleep”. Considering that it was nearly 1:30 EST at this point, that was appreciated.
She did the quick version of the DDP and I loved her explanation for why the Adult credits and Children’s credits are separated for TS: You don’t want the kids running off and using up all the TS credits without you knowing, after all. At first I thought “why the fudge would any kid old enough to be away from their parents go to a TS restaurant and use credits when CS is so much easier???” And then she added, “after all, you don’t want them racking up TS credits at Beaches and Cream.”
Ah yes. I could actually see THAT happening. And so was the nicest explanation of why the credits are separated. The CM was able to explain it to us in a clear and nice way, we understood how it works, and she didn’t have to say “so you don’t use your son’s $10.99 a day credits to pay for your $32.99 steak plus appetizer. non alcoholic beverage and dessert at Le Cellier.”
We got our room keys and headed up to our room. We were in for a tiny bit of space shock when we walked in – we usually stay in a 1BR so the studio does feel a little cramped – but it was beautiful. Sleep didn’t come easily, but eventually did. Our view was looking down at the canal and the hot tub and quiet pool are to our right. We have a lovely view of the whole side of the BCV’s.
This would obviously not be the view I saw when we checked in, but rather the next day
It’s strange – it had been a year since we’d been to WDW, after years of coming down every six months or so. I have planned for this for a whole year. And I kept wondering the whole travel day when it would be “real”. When would it feel like we were going to/at WDW? The flight to MSP? No. Being at MSP? No. It was weird not driving there – the flight over changed that (no complaints – it was great!!! Just a different feel). The flight down to MCO? No. Being at MCO? Walking past the giant Mickey at the
Disney store? Getting our luggage? Waiting in line at Alamo? Driving the trek to WDW property? Seeing the Swan and Tuna (sorry to all Dolphin fans – it’s a beautiful resort, but DS thought it was a huge tuna when he was a wee one and the nickname has stuck)…? Pulling into the Beach Club? No. Still surreal. Checking in didn’t even hit. To be honest, the next morning I was starting to adjust and get ready to go and it still hadn’t hit.
Why? Well…first of all, it had been deserted and that is not the norm. Empty rental car areas, empty lobby. No sign of life on the way to the room. Empty pool from the view. Normal people were sleeping at 2:00 am while I was trying to soak up the atmosphere on our balcony. It took until later the next day to really feel like we were HERE at WDW/
Up next...AP's and GAC's and Dinoland...oh MY!!!