It shouldn't have taken this long, really. But after thoroughly enjoying the trip reports posted on this site, it suddenly occurred to me that I'm not doing my part. Yes, I was happy just to lurk in the background and vicariously vacation through the eyes of everyone else, but it didn't seem decent of me not to contribute. So here goes.
Me. Big with beard (see photos below). I'm way too close to middle age (that's 50, right?), single with dogs (an English Setter and an Irish Tornado) and a cat and a bird (and an ark etc.). My usual trip to Disney is with my brother, his wife, my nieces (4 and 6) (and yes, they are MY nieces) and our parents. We all live outside of Chicago, where it is gloomy too many days of the year.
These trips are made possible by my buying into DVC so that all 7 of us can fit in one 2 bedroom suite rather than pay for 3 separate hotels rooms. (Go ahead, guess who sleeps on the living room hide-a-bed.) My thought (and it is faulty) was that if I took care of the accommodations, then we could make a family tradition of going down to Orlando and avoid the whole "where should we go next year" discussion. I'm wrong. My brother discovered that it is possible to trade out weeks with RCI and now I am pursuing way too late in the game whether we can trade out next year's trip to Orlando for somewhere else with sand and water (but no mouse-ears). If I don't make it back to WDW with the family next year, I'll try for a short weekend with friends. Wait, I've gotten myself off topic.
This trip. I had business in Miami, which is just too close to Orlando not to visit. So as soon as I could duck out on Saturday (November 6), I took a plane from Miami to Orland0 (that's a real short flight; at the point we reached altitute, the pilot announced that we were beginning our descent into Orlando), dragged my luggage (all carryon bags) to the bottom floor of concourse B and waited for the Magic to happen.
I guess these days, Disney's Magical Express subs out to Mears. I loaded onto a bright yellow Mears bus with a very pleasant driver, but a non functional video system, so we missed our video introduction to Disney. This being about the 7th trip in 4 years, I can't say that I needed any of the information on the video, but it would have been nice to watch it while we escaped into Disney.
Our first stop was to Coronado Springs Resort (which I only mention as a sort of shout out to KatMark who maintains the awesome CSR thread on the resort board). Then off to the Kidani Lodge at the Animal Kingdom.
I really like this place. I spent a summer in West Africa after school (and before my "real" job started) and the architecture of the lodges and the artwork through the hallways always reminds me of what a great summer I had. My living room has at least a half dozen masks and wood objects that I hauled back that summer or collected since, so the decor of this hotel is perfect for me.
I also confess that I can sit and look at animals for hours. Ok. I confess that I can actually just sit for hours. I'm not a very restless person. In fact, as I narrate this trip, you are going to see that I spend a good amount of time just sitting in the parks. I have my favorite spots. So a hotel where I can sit on a balcony and watch animals for hours without interruption is another "perfect" in my book.
My room (Studio) was on the 5th floor facing the Sunset Savannah. But before I could check out the room, I had to do laundry. Well, let's put it this way. I twisted my knee several weeks ago, then hiked (ok, walked) through Arches National Park, then folded my legs into way too tight airline seats, and so by the time I got to Orlando, I was hobbling. And if I'm hobbling, I'm going to save up energy for the parks. So before I even reached the room, I dragged my luggage into the laundry room, pulled out all the clothes that got dirty in Miami (maybe I just should have said, all of the clothes) and started a load of laundry.
Then I got to the room. I dumped the suitcase and made straight for the balcony. And this is the view: (pause here. This stuff is new to me and I'm not sure I got the whole photo uploading correct. So bear with me):
Me. Big with beard (see photos below). I'm way too close to middle age (that's 50, right?), single with dogs (an English Setter and an Irish Tornado) and a cat and a bird (and an ark etc.). My usual trip to Disney is with my brother, his wife, my nieces (4 and 6) (and yes, they are MY nieces) and our parents. We all live outside of Chicago, where it is gloomy too many days of the year.
These trips are made possible by my buying into DVC so that all 7 of us can fit in one 2 bedroom suite rather than pay for 3 separate hotels rooms. (Go ahead, guess who sleeps on the living room hide-a-bed.) My thought (and it is faulty) was that if I took care of the accommodations, then we could make a family tradition of going down to Orlando and avoid the whole "where should we go next year" discussion. I'm wrong. My brother discovered that it is possible to trade out weeks with RCI and now I am pursuing way too late in the game whether we can trade out next year's trip to Orlando for somewhere else with sand and water (but no mouse-ears). If I don't make it back to WDW with the family next year, I'll try for a short weekend with friends. Wait, I've gotten myself off topic.
This trip. I had business in Miami, which is just too close to Orlando not to visit. So as soon as I could duck out on Saturday (November 6), I took a plane from Miami to Orland0 (that's a real short flight; at the point we reached altitute, the pilot announced that we were beginning our descent into Orlando), dragged my luggage (all carryon bags) to the bottom floor of concourse B and waited for the Magic to happen.
I guess these days, Disney's Magical Express subs out to Mears. I loaded onto a bright yellow Mears bus with a very pleasant driver, but a non functional video system, so we missed our video introduction to Disney. This being about the 7th trip in 4 years, I can't say that I needed any of the information on the video, but it would have been nice to watch it while we escaped into Disney.
Our first stop was to Coronado Springs Resort (which I only mention as a sort of shout out to KatMark who maintains the awesome CSR thread on the resort board). Then off to the Kidani Lodge at the Animal Kingdom.
I really like this place. I spent a summer in West Africa after school (and before my "real" job started) and the architecture of the lodges and the artwork through the hallways always reminds me of what a great summer I had. My living room has at least a half dozen masks and wood objects that I hauled back that summer or collected since, so the decor of this hotel is perfect for me.
I also confess that I can sit and look at animals for hours. Ok. I confess that I can actually just sit for hours. I'm not a very restless person. In fact, as I narrate this trip, you are going to see that I spend a good amount of time just sitting in the parks. I have my favorite spots. So a hotel where I can sit on a balcony and watch animals for hours without interruption is another "perfect" in my book.
My room (Studio) was on the 5th floor facing the Sunset Savannah. But before I could check out the room, I had to do laundry. Well, let's put it this way. I twisted my knee several weeks ago, then hiked (ok, walked) through Arches National Park, then folded my legs into way too tight airline seats, and so by the time I got to Orlando, I was hobbling. And if I'm hobbling, I'm going to save up energy for the parks. So before I even reached the room, I dragged my luggage into the laundry room, pulled out all the clothes that got dirty in Miami (maybe I just should have said, all of the clothes) and started a load of laundry.
Then I got to the room. I dumped the suitcase and made straight for the balcony. And this is the view: (pause here. This stuff is new to me and I'm not sure I got the whole photo uploading correct. So bear with me):
