Monday, April 21, 2008:
Sigh. It's the last day of the trip, and not a full day at that. Both Catherine and our third friend had to leave earlier than I did to catch their flights home. Catherine and I decided to try to do a couple of attractions at
Disneyland before she left, and then I was free to meander along on my own until I had to leave.
Since we both hadn't done Splash Mountain yet, and the weather was cooperating, we decided to head there first. The wait time wasn't terrible, and soon we were on the log. Catherine (the stinkhead!) chose the very last spot on the log. Poop. I wanted to sit there! No worries, though. The second to last spot was good enough for me, as I didn't want to get soaked.
Who got the bottom of her pants soaked on the ride? It wasn't ME!

Heheheh.
Good thing she had time to dry her pants out before her flight.
Catherine and I had time to ride Pinocchio before she left, when I remembered that I still had the festival shirt I bought Catherine waiting at Bell Services, delivered the previous day. I didn't want her to leave without it, so we both went back to the hotel so I could retrieve it for her.
You see, months ago, Catherine found the WDW festival shirt for me when I couldn't find it in my size during my own trip, so she schlepped it to California for me. The plan was that I would buy her the California festival shirt as an exchange. I would have been pretty bummed had she gone home before getting the shirt. If it turned out that I had to take the shirt home with me, I knew I would see Catherine again at WDW in October. Worst case scenario, I'd mail it to her. All was well, and she had the shirt, now.
Now I was left to my own devices. It's interesting to note that I had no plan or desire that I MUST see any particular thing, so what did I do? I rambled around Main Street. I'm really glad I did.
It's quite noticeable to me how much character is lost at Walt Disney World's Main Street with the expansion of the Emporium. Center Street was demolished to make the Emporium one gigantic Disney Wal-Mart. I remember the days when you could walk down the side street.
At Disneyland, you still can. And just behind the fruit and veggie cart, I did just that. I was actually looking at the tribute windows to Disney legends of the past, and I found myself down this nearly empty side street. And the next thing I knew, I was giggling.
On the second story to the left, there was a window advertising piano lessons. And I was able to hear the piano teacher correcting her pupil, getting increasingly impatient and frustrated at him/her! I was walking away when I heard male voices coming from the other window area, but I hadn't stopped to listen what they were saying.
People, if you have time to really take your time exploring Main Street, do it. You never know what surprises you'll find.
I ended up finding a porch with some seating along Main Street, so I took some time watching the Sea of Humanity fighting their way upstream to get to their chosen destinations. The look of grit and determination upon some faces was amusing.
I did have a plan before I had to go back to catch my ride, though. I wanted to go back to DCA and have lunch at the Wine Country Trattoria. Three years earlier, Catherine and I had lunch there, and I remembered how much I loved the lasagna. So I wanted to end my trip with lunch there.
When it was time for DCA to open, I headed over, but I didn't have a plan of action to see or ride anything there, either. I did catch the tortilla factory tour and get my free, warm tortilla, though. And I spotted a pin I had been looking for, right on the lanyard of the cast member posted outside the tortilla factory tour.
Did I have any trading pins on me? No. I didn't bring any pins with me to California. Oh, snap. Gotta find a store and buy a rack pin, hoping someone else didn't beat me to the pin!
As I was hurrying off to go on my pin frenzy mission, I ran into a woman that the three of us girls had met in the lounge before our Steakhouse 55 event, who we saw at the other events we attended. I felt bad because I wanted to talk to her, but I had shouted, "Gotta go buy a pin before the cast member trades the one I want!"
Boy, did that sound insane, or what? Oh well, I picked a pin, bought it, and found the cast member still posted at the tortilla factory tour. What pin would make me go nuts like that?
It was a DVC "best kept secret" pin, and it featured Timon. The only one I'm missing is the Stitch pin. I told the cast member that I was a DVC member and couldn't find that pin at WDW. He didn't know anything about DVC, but he seemed happy that I was happy finding that pin.
Because the Wine Country Trattoria didn't open until 11:30am, I did have time to kill. As I sat on a bench along the pathway, a custodial cast member made a cheeky comment, "That's some to-do list you've got there!" as I was scribbling some trip notes in my notepad.
Soon it was time for lunch, and I was given a choice of indoors or outdoors. I probably could have done outdoors, but I let them choose indoors for me. I was really the only person inside. I was also seated next to what I call the Bread Staging Area. There was a huge table with racks of bread, to be brought to the diners.
Oh, let me show you mine.
The cheesy spread was very tasty. The only thing I didn't like about my table was that I got to hear all the conversations of the servers hanging about, and it didn't make for a relaxing meal. I'm surprised that no manager told them to knock it off in front of guests, though.
I looked at the menu and saw the Lasagna Rustica was still there! Woohoo!
I knew what I was ordering, for sure. But I wanted a starter, as I hadn't eaten anything for breakfast. Broccoli cheddar soup was on the menu, something I didn't expect from an Italian style eatery. But what the heck, I love broccoli soup. so I got some.
Broccoli Cheddar Soup
Those big honkin' croutons were homemade, people. Crunchy, with garlic and herbs. Yum. Broccoli cheddar soup usually doesn't vary from place to place, but I notice if the viscosity of the soup is either watery, or in the other extreme, glue. I'm happy to say the soup coated my spoon, and it was not a gloppy mess, so I was happy.
And now, my lasagna...
Lasagna Rustica
It did not come for the freshly grated parmesan cheese. The server came to my table with the cheese grater, and I could have asked for a mountain of cheese if I wished. The thing I remember most about this dish from three years ago was the sauce. It had a great balance of savory with just a little sweet mixed in, and I just loved it.
It did not disappoint this time, either.
What a perfect ending meal for my trip! After lunch, I didn't really have a plan, but I realized I wanted to take a movie of the Toy Story zoetrope with my camera, which I posted in an earlier segment of this report. I debated going on Tower of Terror, or going back to Disneyland to get ice cream, but I didn't do either.
I headed back to the hotel, passing the gauntlet that taunted the three of us girls at various times: The caramel kettle corn cart.
You see the two sizes of bags displayed to the left? Both were huge, and I knew there was no way I'd carry even the small bag back to Chicago with me. Damn, I wish the stand had been open when I walked past with Catherine. We could have split the small bag. Heh.
I stopped in the bookstore in Downtown Disney to browse, and I ended up buying a magazine and a book, which kept me occupied for the duration. Because there was construction in the front of the hotel, golf carts had to drop people off to the shuttle pickup area. Because SuperShuttle serviced a few airports in the area, it was the third shuttle that ended up being mine.
Goodbye, Disneyland. But I knew I was returning 8 months later, because I was booked on the Backstage Magic tour with Adventures by Disney. I wasn't too sad to be leaving, now.
Next: Wrap up.