After many calls back and forth with my family in Florida a date for the funeral was finally set for Saturday 8/23. While normally we fly into West Palm Beach when visiting my relatives, my parents chose to keep their original flight into Orlando and just drive down from there so they wouldn't get hit with a charge from the airline. From there they would rent a car, drive to Port St. Lucie, attend the funeral, and drive back to Orlando Saturday evening. My brother had already told my mother he was not going to the funeral. They would be leaving Thursday morning for their drive, arriving in Orlando Friday evening. That left me.
While theoretically I had a choice, really it didn't feel that way. Part of me was tempted to just fly down and head to the resort for 2 days of peace and relaxation by myself. Very tempted.
On my pre-trip report I said that my feelings about my Uncle were pretty non-existent. I hadn't seen him since a family wedding back in 2003, and truthfully he had been virtually non-existent my entire life. He'd occasionally breeze into town when he needed money and then disappear again. No one ever knew where he was or what he was doing. I honestly had zero interest in going, but there was my mother and my grandmother to think about. My mother at least had good memories from childhood of him, and as the only son in a very traditional Italian family he was my grandmothers not so secret favorite child. I had to go, no way around it.

Sadly, I called Disney Dining and cancelled our ADR's for the Crystal Palace, and the Hollywood Brown Derby, and then CRO to cancel our first night at POFQ.
Thursday arrived quickly, and I really wasn't feeling the excitement of the trip any longer.

The funeral had definitely put a damper on our enthusiasm. Plus my mother had managed to her siatic nerve the previous week, and it wasn't feeling much better. She was getting tingly pains down her leg, and stomach cramps. Not necessarily good for a trip to Disney. Nonetheless they were all set when I got to their house about 7pm that night. (Which reminds me - I'm never working a full day before I leave for a vacation again. Way too stressful). We loaded up the car, made a detour to Costco to pick up my new glasses that just came in that afternoon and stopped for a bite to eat before hitting the road.
We arrived at the La Quinta Inn in Armonk, NY about 10 pm, which was a relief. The GPS was leading us on some very dark, windy roads in the middle of what felt like nowhere. We were nearly convinced that we were driving in circles. The La Quinta was nothing fancy, but they had a good stay and park for the week package that was cheaper than taking a chance at parking in the airport lot. When we checked in they tell us that since we need to park for 10 days, we would have to pay an additional $30. I had thought that up to 10 days was included, but it was only 7. Of course that was the one piece of paper that I hadn't brought with me.
Next morning we caught a 7am shuttle to the airport for our 8:20 flight. It was a quick drive, and much more relaxing than when we leave from home and have to leave the house at about 5:30 am. (Really bad traffic!)
White Plains airport is very small. There are about 2 gates, a tiny coffee shop, one baggage claim belt, and a small check in area. That's about it, so it was nice not to have to wait too long around the airport. There was a Jet Blue flight boarding right before ours and they were actually calling people by name who hadn't boarded.
They started to board early, and as we were waiting in line a child with the family in front of us (about 5-6 years old) throws herself down on the floor and starts throwing a temper tantrum. Ugh!

I swear it happens to me every time on a trip to Florida. I end up with a screaming and/or kicking child in back of me the entire trip. This time was no exception. The tantrum child ends up behind me where she proceded to scream the entire trip to Florida. I think what I found most annoying was that the parents did nothing to tell the child to stop or to remedy the behavior. I get less annoyed if I see parents trying to take control of the situation and failing. These two were flat out ignoring their child as if the behavior would miraculously go away. It didn't. I got to enjoy 2 1/2 hours of non-stop screaming.
We arrived in Orlando, and I wistfully watched the majority of people heading off to the Magical Express window. Not us.

We trudged off to baggage claim and the car rental counter.
We hit the road and had about a 2 hour drive down to my grandmothers house. The remanants of Faye were all over the place on the drive. The toll booths were actually all free because the automated system had shut down, and their were rivers running along side the roads from all the rain.
We arrived in Port St. Lucie around 2/3 and headed right over to my grandmothers house, where my cousins all stopped by to visit with us. It was horrible that it took such a circumstance to get us back together, but it was wonderful getting to see my family again.

Growing up we spent so much time together it was like having additional brothers and a sister. I miss them all terribly. One of them had been pretty sick for awhile, so it was great being together. We were up half the night sitting around the table chatting and laughing, just like old times.
It was up early the next day for the funeral. It made for a long day, and I tried to help keep my cousins kids occupied when I could. One of my cousins and I sat discussing how sad the whole event was. Not because of his death, but by the fact that no one showed up for the funeral other than our immediate family. No one, even his roomate didn't show up. It just struck me as awfully sad that he had lived his life without making enough of an impact on anyones life that they would want to show up to pay their respects to you.
We went back to the house and stayed until about 4pm or so when we decieded to head back up to Orlando. The rain was starting again and we wanted to get there before it started getting dark. We said our goodbyes and hit the road. About half way there it started to pour. The kind of rain where you can't see anything in front of you kind of rain. Very scary!

That's also about the time that we lost our GPS signal and had to dig our the old fashion written directions. Just as we were arriving at POFQ the rain finally stopped.
Ahhh!!! Home. I adore POFQ.

I keep saying one of these days I'm going to try another moderate, but in the end keep coming back here. It's my Orlando home away from home.
When I had made the reservation back in March I had requested a ground floor room. At check in I mentioned it again to the cast member. With my mom's nerve problem, now this was even more important to us, as steps where a problem for her. We ended up being assigned to a 2nd floor room in building 1 (one of the furthest buildings away). I was not happy

, especially as I had put the request in so early. We weren't really concerned about the being in building 1, as POFQ is so small it's really not that much further away. For me being on the 2nd floor wasn't really an issue as I have to walk up more steps to get in my apartment, but my mom was getting an attitude as she hates elevators and with her leg couldn't walk up the stairs. I ended up riding the elevator with her all week so she wouldn't have to ride alone.
I tried to talk with the CM, and was told that if we didn't want to change our room when we checked in for our 2nd reservation the next morning this was the best she could do. The majority of 1st floor rooms in many buildings were undergoing renovations. Our reservation was probably messed up when I had to cancel our first night as my
travel agent had cancelled the entire reservation and made a replacement one.
After the drama our room was very nice. We only had enough towels for 2, but after a quick call to mousekeeping they brought us a huge stack of towels and told me to have a magical day.

Very nice. We had eaten after the funeral at my grandmothers, but were starting to get a little bit hungry so we headed over to the food court where I introduced my mother to beignets. (I don't know how she ever managed to not try these). Yum!
Mickey (who was now on my mothers *&?! List for not going to the funeral) showed up to drop off a case of water in exchange for our parking permit and to make our plans for the next morning.
After the long day, we all crashed that night watching Stacy's top 10 on the tv. Tomorrow we'd be seeing the princesses and heading to the Animal Kingdom!
- Sorry this entry was so long, but I didn't want to have to waste 2 entrys on all this pre-park stuff. Much more entertaining stuff to come!