Saturday July 29 was a very sad day.
We were leaving the happiest place on earth. Emotions were running high and they were all negative. Dad was in a Donald Duck mood

. I was feeling rather glum

that things had ended, especially because a return trip appeared impossible. I remembered all the challenges and problems getting to the magic and really didnt want to face them again for the prospect of returning to hum drum life. Mom was so stressed about having to drive that she broke down and cried.
Goodbye Mickey room:
Goodbye villa:
It wasnt a very good departure. The whole drive was rather tense.
Most of this day is rather sketchy. I slept a lot. I think I ran on excitement adrenaline

for much of the time we were at the World. Cause during the first few days on the way back I snoozed.
I do remember that I had a lot of dream songs in my head. Fate is kind she brings to those who love the sweet fulfillment of their secret longing
when you wish upon a star makes no difference who you are
a dream is a wish your heart makes
Make a wish and do as dreamers do and may all our wishes come true "if you can dream it than you can do it Theres a great big, beautiful tomorrow, shining at the end of every day, theres a great big beautiful tomorrow and tomorrows just a dream away. Man has a dream and thats a start, he follows that dream with mind and heart. And when it becomes a reality its a dream come true for you and me! I will go most anywhere to find where I belong
No matter how your heart is grieving if you keep on believing the dream that you wish will come true
How could I make my dreams come true?
I also did a lot of reminiscing. Smiling at the jokes from Turtle Talk. The very cool Hawaiian dancers. Reveling in my imaaaagination. Being shrunk, becoming a bug, and flying through beloved Disney scenes. Feeling the magic permeate my soul on that first walk down Main Street. Delighting in the progress of man on the Carousel of Progress and wondering what wonders may be in our future. Bouncing along with Tigger and Dads fake scream at the Heffalumps and Woozles. My pin addiction started by Marjorie and added to by many kind cast members. The enchanting Spectromagic and hope filled Wishes. The patriotic infused American Adventure-spread your wings! Illuminations majesty-I can still hear the music in my head. Practically perfect MGM with a lot of our family favorites-Indiana Jones, Voyage of the Little Mermaid, Lights, Motors, Action, Beauty and the Beast, the Great Movie Ride. Unexpected surprises of using the castle bathroom and meeting Cinderella, meeting Indie, experiencing Star Tours, chatting with Wes Palm and getting a little lion, eating frozen strawberry lemonade and Dole Whip, being given all those pins. The Festival of the Lion King and Safari! Sea life wonder and Sea World and a truly miraculous, inspired visit. Fantastic Fantasmic. Soarin, flyin taking flight on the best Disney ride ever- SOARIN. Acrobatic wonders at Epcot. Experiencing wonder of wonders, magic and pure, unadulterated happiness.
Yes there were bad things like rude people cutting me off and in the bathroom and the tour groups and crazy vent problem and owie injury and broken suction machine and getting stuck in the RV and
SHHH!

This is a happy reflection.
Simply living a dream.
I was pulled out of my reflections by a torrential downpour as we pulled into Comfort Inn in Atlanta, Georgia. Now, I have a confession.
We dont follow sports.
Or watch them.
At all.
The Olympics is basically the only time sports enter our lives and the big figure skating events.
Now, you baseball fans probably know why Saturday, July 29, 2006 would be a bad time to try to stop in Atlanta, Georgia.
We were completely clueless

until the hotel check in lady told us how lucky we were. Getting the only two available rooms-only because a family just checked out-
It being the World Series and all.
World Series?!
Well, we never, in all our meticulous planning, even considered a sporting event.
Dad was still in a Donald Duck mood and, um, a bit frustrated at the prospect of having to set up all our stuff in a hotel room. Especially in a downpour.
So he turns to the sky, hands raised and says, Fine! Why dont you rain harder!!
Guess what?
It did.
Never challenge God or say something like, things cant possibly get worse.
Anyway, a little wetter, we eventually settled into the hotel for another night on the road. Really very fortunate to have a room considering the World Series (and we call ourselves master planners

-guess everyone has a weakness).
What adventures would follow?
More adventures on Saturday, August 25, 2007