We finally arrive at the AKL around 11:15, which by the way is looking like the Taj mahal after the Worst Western of Valdosta. We are just checking in at the time many are checking out. They were not able to get us a room right away, so we took advantage of the great views and activities the AKL has to offer, and the kids got to "track" Timon in the bushes around Arusha Rock and all that for a while. Then to the food court for our first of our many "adventures with Grandma" of the trip. We were trying to decide what we wanted to eat when a cute little family, who by the way didn't speak English, entered the food court with a screaming 2 year old. Good Ole Grandma, who fancies herself "parent to the World" proceeds to get in the little tykes face and shake her finger and say in a rather loud obnoxious tone with a ogre like scowel on her face, "stop it, stop it, you can't cry at Disney World!" Now she in her usual oblivion, has not figured out that these poor people are not from our country, and most likely have no idea what she is saying. Therefore, we have a hysterical child growing ever more so by the second, and totally bewildered, and most likely horrofied visitors from another country getting a good dose of American hospitality on their vacaction. "Thanks Grandma, just how we love to start a vacation... pssing off the fellow travelers at the Happiest Place on Earth." She's so much fun to have around... if you're hammered that is. But it was only around noon and I still had to entertain, feed, and lead my clan to our lovely savanna view digs, so I thought I'd hold off on the boozin' a little longer. After our lunch at Mara where we have managed to get through the meal without accosting anyone else, I call and discover our room is now ready. On the way up in the elevator, Design on a Dime Grandma observes the lovely "faux stone floors". She proclaims them as such, because she has leaned over and dug her thumbnail into them and being the officianado of decor that she is(NOT) she is sure they are not real marble or stone, but some high grade form of vinyl. I say "sure they are, Disney can't afford fine materials in there Deluxe resorts

. My dh then begins the first of many arguments on this subject, which will become the theme of our trip. She then proceeds to ask our fellow passengers what they think. You can imagine the looks on their faces as, you know they really don't give a rats *** and therefore have no opinion on the subject, but manage a half hearted response of agreement with her, I am sure just to shut her up. Of course she is thrilled to have somone agree with her, while I silently stare daggers at these fools for humoring her.
So there ya go. Half of day 1 at WDW. And we're just gettin' started.