Epcot World Showcase (July 20-Thursday)
Today the plan was to go to the World Showcase. We slept in a little and did some essentials like laundry. The washing machine was very loud. SQUEEKA SQUEEKA SQUAWK THUMP THUMP SQUEEKA…We didn’t leave the house until 3:00.
By the time we got to the park, through the line, and bathroom, it was about 4:15. Our first stop per Danielle’s request was Mexico.
Danielle speaks Spanish quite well. Her minor is Spanish.
“Danielle, talk to that lady in Spanish!” I urged, gesturing to a CM painting ceramics in traditional art.
“I don’t know…”
“Come on, you speak Spanish well.”
“Well, all right.” She then proceeded to talk to the CM. I don’t know what they said but there was smiling. And the CM told Danielle that she spoke Spanish well.
The entrance to Mexico:
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Then it was off to El Rio Del Tiempo. I was a bit nervous in Mexico because it was loud (will they hear me) and dark (I can barely see in the dark). The CM directed us to the wheelchair entrance. Grandma was asked to park her
scooter and then join us. Okay-no problem. Well, we waited and waited. Then we saw Grandma coming through the regular queue. Grandma actually got completely through the line before a wheelchair vehicle was available. It took three rides for all of us. The ride was pleasant but I don’t know if it was worth the wait-especially the 3x+- the wait, turning the 7 minute ride into about thirty minutes.
Here are some pictures. These are from the
old El Rio Del Tiempo. Antique pictures
The companion bathroom in Norway was an excellent size but frequented by many families. It was fun to watch the kids play on the boat as everyone cycled through the restroom. Around this time, we got caught in our first downpour. Up until this point, we had always been indoors seeing a show or riding a ride during the afternoon rain. We dawned the rain gear-taking special care to cover my ventilator. The ironic thing was that about 15 minutes after everyone was rain proof, it stopped raining.
Then it was off to China. On the way to China, we lost Grandma, again… Danielle’s major in college is Chinese. She is especially interested in the culture. So we watched the Circle Vision movie. The movie was pretty good. It was a little difficult to see because everyone stood.
We always enjoy the Acrobats in China. We reserved some concrete and waited expectantly for the stunts. And waited. And waited.

Twenty minutes after the scheduled showtime we concluded that the show must’ve been canceled because of the rain.
After that disappointment my family needed chocolate. The best kind of chocolate.
German chocolate.
Every trip we always get some fresh treats. Alas, no chocolate for me this year.
*picture removed per Danielle's request*
And Dad posing:
My Dad is 1/2 German. I am at least 1/4 German. I say at least 1/4 because I have that much from Dad and I also have some from my Mom's side.
Off to America. American Adventure is always good and makes you feel patriotic. The disgruntled Cast Member informed us that the elevator to the show was broken. She seemed to be braced for us to verbally thrash her. When we simply asked when the elevator was expected to be fixed, she visibly relaxed and cordially answered “30 minutes to an hour.” I suspect that some people may have layed into her. It’s not her fault. As the old saying goes, “Don’t shoot the messenger.”
Everyone had to go to the bathroom. The nearest companion bathroom was quite a walk and we didn’t want Danielle to get her kidney reflux problem. According to the bathroom notes, the bathroom by Liberty Inn had a large wheelchair stall. Okay, let’s try it. Danielle went first.
While Mom and I waited for our turn, we observed a family with Disney burn out.
The little boy couldn’t get his light up spinny toy to work and whined to the Mom about it. The mother launched into a speech on how she told him that it wasn’t a good choice and what a stupid choice it was and it was his fault it broke because he was careless and $@#% if she was buying another one or any other souvenir-that was his choice.
When the Dad arrived she thrust the light up spinny toy into his hand saying, “Your son broke this and wants it fixed. Fix it so he’ll shut up.”
The boy headed to the bathroom and the little girl started in. “I really like those umbrellas (parasols) and want one with my name.”
“$%#@ it. You got that shirt. I told you to make a better choice and warned that would be your only souvenir…So stop whining for another one…Why is it so $%#@ hot!”
Then speaking to the general vicinity, “If I ever even think about coming from Maryland to this oven-shoot me.” With that, she left.
How sad.
By this time it was my turn for the bathroom. Before I got to the handicapped stall, a Mom directed the small girl to the stall-the girl entered
alone. Another member of their party tagged out and guarded the door. Um, okay, if there are
two females for one child, who entered the stall alone-why is she using the
one handicapped stall when
several other stalls are open??? The worst part was that the person guarding the door (unlocked) kept giving me these looks like, what the h$$$ are you doing here, people like you shouldn’t be out.

And with these looks she spoke in a disgusted tone to the other lady who emphatically nodded her head and made comments while glancing disdainfully at me.

They were speaking in a foreign language but I can imagine what they were saying. Finally, they left and I was able to use the handicapped stall. It was a very good size with room for my wheelchair and room for Dad to comfortably transfer me.
After those two distinctly unmagical encounters, I was ready for a Disney moment.
We headed back over to American Adventure to discover…
Hooray! The elevator is working!
We headed down to await the show. While we were waiting we chatted with the group in front of us. The group consisted of a mother with a small girl (about 4 years old) and the grandmother who was using a wheelchair. The mother explained her dilemma. She couldn’t leave her daughter unattended (who during the conversation was dashing around the room) to help the grandmother transfer. The only ride they had been on was it’s a small world. The little girl couldn’t sit through a lot of the shows. And bathrooms were a nightmare. Their much looked forward to trip was turning into a bust. We asked if she knew about wheelchair accessible rides…No, she didn’t. We showed her the symbol on the map. We recommended some rides (Journey Into Imagination, Winnie the Pooh). We also suggested some kid friendly shows (Philharmagic, Playhouse Disney, Beauty and the Beast). We also told her where she could get a list of Companion Bathrooms. Then we just chatted until show time.
American Adventure always makes me feel patriotic.

The animatronics are pretty cool, too. Unfortunately, the family we had been talking to had to leave about ten minutes in-I think the little girl was afraid of the dark.
Two songs are particularly poignant to me.
The first is played during the civil war sequence and is called Two Brothers
“Two brothers on their way
Two brothers on their way
Two brothers on their way
One wore blue
And one wore grey
One wore blue and one wore grey
As they marched along the way
A fife and drum began to play
All on a beautiful morning
One was gentle, one was kind
One was gentle, one was kind
One came home, one stayed behind
A cannonball don't pay no mind
A cannonball don't pay no mind
Though you're gentle or you're kind
It don't think of the folks behind
All on a beautiful morning
Two girls waiting by the railroad track
Two girls waiting by the railroad track
For their darlings to come back
One wore blue, and one wore black
One wore blue, and one wore black
Waiting by the railroad track
For their darlings to come back
All on a beautiful morning
One wore blue, and one wore black
Waiting by the railroad track
For their darlings to come back
All on a beautiful morning
All on a beautiful morning”
The song along with the visual sequence really captures the sorrow and division of the Civil War.
The other song is Golden Dreams. It plays at the end as great moments and people are shown in a moving sequence.
America,
Spread your golden wings,
Sail on freedom's wind,
Cross the sky.
Great bird,
With your golden dreams,
Flying high, flying high.
Restless one,
In a world of change,
Keeping dreams aloft,
In the rain.
Spirit free,
Soaring through the clouds,
Of time, of time.
America,
You must keep dreaming now.
Dreaming of promise now,
Of your pioneers.
America,
Keep on flying now.
Keep your spirit free, facing new frontiers.
Spirit free,
You must keep flying now.
Reaching to touch the sky,
On the winds of change.
O restless one,
Search for brighter days,
Soaring through stormy skies,
With your head held high.
America,
Spread your golden wings,
Sail on freedom's wind,
Cross the sky.
Great bird,
With your golden dreams,
Flying high, flying high.
After being instilled with pride and patriotism, it was time to grab some food. We got food from Liberty Inn and started the walk to find a spot for Illuminations. I had chosen a spot by England/Canada. It was quite a trek. On the way we happened upon none other but Off Kilter!
We stopped for a few minutes to listen. I would’ve liked to stay longer but my family wanted to eat.
We found a good spot free of trees and with a good view of the barge.
An older man in a scooter started up a conversation with us. He had nothing but praise for Disney. He had purchased 2 AP passes years ago for him and his wife. She was dying. She died that year. Between all her treatments and not feeling well, they only used the pass twice. One of the times they went they saw Illuminations. They loved it.
He went to renew his AP pass the year after her death. The CM asked why the pass had only been used twice. He told his story to the CM…who then proceeded to renew his pass for free.
Ever since then, he has purchased an AP pass every year.
Danielle and Mom were both a bit chilled being close to the water. I was paying close attention to which way the wind was blowing. The last thing I wanted was a bunch of smoke blowing in my trach…Thankfully the wind cooperated with my wishes.
Soon the amazing show began. Fire, fountains, fireworks all synchronized to awesome music. Disney magic at its best.
Afterwards the man in the scooter remarked, “That is worth the park admission by itself.”
Illuminations is my family’s favorite. I prefer Wishes…but Illuminations is very good.
This day was a bit crazy. Getting separated, being exposed to unDisneyish people, but also helping others capture a good trip, reveling in my country, hearing about the kindness of Disney, and closing with an awesome show.
But our two days of Epcot seemed to have less magic. Epcot was our favorite park in previous trips. But Epcot, you're disappointing me. Will you redeem yourself?
Next installment on Saturday, June 23: MGM-A Practically Perfect Day
MGM: A Practically Perfect Day- Page 20, Post #288