I awoke at around 8am feeling slightly nervous. Today was the day we were off to collect the hire car and I lay there wondering what I'd let myself in for. This was not the time for wallowing in what-ifs so we were soon up and out, strolling around the Crescent Lake towards the Dolphin resort where I'd arranged to pick up the car. We found the Alamo desk with ease and the extremely friendly lady behind the desk dealt with us promptly. I didn't have too much time to collect my thoughts as our Chevrolet Cobalt was brought around to the front of the hotel with alarming efficiency! Nowhere to go now but the drivers seat so I took a deep breath, made myself comfortable and slowly pulled away from the forecourt...
Our car didn't actually look anything like this but it was the same basic model and colour so let's just pretend...
The plan was now to go directly to Universal Studios so, without further ado, my wonderful co-driver/daughter directed us to the I-4! I couldn't believe I was doing it! I was finally driving in Orlando! Sophie found WMMO on the radio and we loudly sang along to assorted banging tunes! The whole driving thing was unbelievably straightforward and before long we were pulling into the Universal Studios parking area. We chose to park for free as we have annual passes and were quickly heading in the direction of CityWalk! Talk about elated! I felt 10 feet tall and, as it was approaching midday, decided to celebrate with an early lunch at Bubba Gump's! The food here was very good - better than I expected, actually. I loved, loved,
loved my Salmon and Veggie Skillet - I'm salivating just remembering the delicious garlic herb butter and caper sauce... Mmmm, anyway, Sophie chose a collection of shrimp cooked different ways as well as an awesome Halloween cocktail with commemorative flashing glass - kids eh? As I was the designated driver, I slurped sedately on my diet Pepsi whilst watching the Forrest Gump movie - what else?
I glanced at my watch and decided we really couldn't delay any longer - it had to be time to hit Islands of Adventure. We wandered anti-clockwise around the park and tried out our Front of the Line passes on The High in the Sky Seuss Trolley Train Ride as this hadn't been open on any of our previous visits. OK, maybe I expected too much but I actually thought this was pants and definitely not worth the wait! Talk about short, inaudible and confusing - and that was just the ride attendant! Seriously, this was a disappointment and we left the ride feeling a bit miffed. Actually, that summed up our feelings towards Islands of Adventure that day. OK so we'd decided not to brave any of the BIG rides - we felt we needed the presence of our manly menfolk to attempt such fearsome feats - but even so we just weren't feeling the love. The place wasn't particularly busy but many of our fellow park-goers were ignorant bordering on the downright rude. Definitely no smiley feel-good factor here - just a host of fractious, fed-up and fretful faces! So, after Spiderman, Jurassic Park and a disappointing raid on the retail outlets, we raced over to Universal Studies - and The Mummy ride!
In contrast, our expectations here were low as, the last few times we've visited the original park, we've been disappointed. It has seemed tired and run-down in comparison to it's slicker, younger brother across the way. Not so today. We had a
fab time, repeatedly riding The Mummy which has got to be one of my fave rides - ever! We loved it and were on such a high that we virtually skipped around the rest of the park, going on everything. We even went on Earthquake and, as it's now due for closure, I'm really glad we did...
We posed for photos outside the proposed Simpsons ride...
We hooted with laughter at Steven Spielberg's youthful visage in the pre-ride film as we queued briefly for ET and cheered when we heard our names clearly at the end of the ride! I posed with Curious George - his book features in Forrest Gump so it felt right...
I wasn't entirely sure who the guy in yellow was but he seemed friendly enough even if he wouldn't let me try on his hat...
And then I met the man of my dreams - Doc Brown! What more can a gal want in a guy - great hair, loud shirts and a time-travelling DeLorean!!??? The Back to the Future ride might be history but it seems the old guy's still hanging around...
Eventually we made our way back to the car park and smoothly retrieved our vehicle. It didn't seem too late, so we decided to see if we could locate the Premium Outlets mall. Our first shopping expedition was underway! Again the journey was uncomplicated and, before long, we were pulling into the huge car park. I've only been here once before and didn't particularly enjoy the experience but this visit was fabtastic fun. Sophie stocked up on smart shoes and boots for work whilst I went wild in a Yankee Candle outlet! The Fossil store was excellent and I bought a couple of t-shirts for my sons. As the time wore on, our arms became laden with more and more shopping bags so we decided enough was enough and staggered back to the car.
I drove back to the Yacht Club and was briefly confused by having to insert my room key in order to raise the security barrier but managed to negotiate that
and find a parking place without resorting to what my youngest DS calls 'scares n' swears'! The handles of our many shopping bags were digging into our hands and, I cannot lie, it was tough to get back to the room. The thought of a restorative glass of concierge red just about kept me going as we headed for the fifth floor...
Finally, we sat in the lounge, nursing a Pinot Noir and discussing our options for dinner. We were tired so decided to stick close to home and asked the concierge to investigate availability at the Yacht Club Galley. A table was readily available and, after being shown the desserts, we were seated and handed menus. This is when it turned into a slightly surreal experience. Sophie decided to make similar choices to those she had enjoyed so much the previous evening at the Grand Floridian Cafe so opted for crabcakes followed by New York strip. Being tired and unable to think for myself, I decided to have the same. I then perused the wine-list and requested a bottle of red. For some reason, this clearly confused the waitress. She awkwardly went away, returned with water for our table and asked again if I really wanted wine!!! What the...??? "Yes," I gently confirmed and repeated my specific request. She disappeared again and a few minutes later another server appeared, this time an older , more assured gentleman. He bowed politely and asked me (for the third time now) if I wanted wine!!! I felt sweat prickle on my brow and began to wonder if we'd wandered into some prohibition-led parallel universe.

Gentle reader, I cannot lie, it took considerable self-control to hold onto my temper and reply courteously. Still, I did my best and, in careful English, asked for the bottle of wine even I was now beginning to doubt I actually wanted...
Cue lecture from the server. He asked us our food choices and listened wisely, head on one side, before telling me (in so many words) that I had chosen a rubbish wine. OK. Deep breath time. He suggested an alternative that sounded lovely but was twice the price. Another deep breath and I gently but firmly insisted that we stick with our original choice - I'd had it before so I knew it was fine. Still this guy kept talking - briefly I considered grabbing Sophie by the hand and breaking for freedom but I was just so starving...
I'm going to cut this long and aggravating story short and reassure you, yes, we did get our wine - eventually. And it tasted good. Downright excellent. In fact, if I could remember the grotesque grape's name, I'd recommend it heartily!!!
We had dessert and contemplated a liqueur coffee but just couldn't face the ordering ordeal so we skipped off to concierge-land and made our own... Goodnight!