I started my trip report and the board ate it. Grrr.
We left on Thursday afternoon, after a half day of work, frantic shopping of travel-sized toiletries, juggling kids to my parents, worrying that I was forgetting something and packing. I gave us four hours to drive down 95 through Philly to get through the airport, a trip that should only take an hour and a half. We hit a little traffic but we still had time to park at the far edge of the universe in the economy parking lot and then catch a shuttle to the terminal, wind our way through security and then make the trek to the last gate at the end of the terminal.
How is it that no matter where I'm going or what airline I've chosen to fly with, I have to haul my stuff to the furthest gate from the front door?
Still, we had all this bonus time at the Philly airport and as luck would have it, there was a Sunglass hut right past security. I'd decided the day before that I *needed* new sunglasses that were darker, polarized and better than all the other sunglasses I'd ever owned (as I've only ever bought sunglasses at RiteAid!)
I got these beauties:
They're not exactly on the cutting edge of current trends but they're dark, they're polarized and they don't make me look like Bono or a fly.
We also had time to get something to eat at Chickie & Pete's. Apparently they're a Philly chain and they make great sandwiches and Crab Fries. These did not include any actual crab. Instead they were like shoestring crinkle cut fries and they were covered in Old Bay. They came with a white cheddar queso and they were really, really good.
We had an uneventful flight where the two of us had a row to ourselves. I love when that happens! We landed in Orlando at 11 pm and it was off to the far other side of the airport to Disney's Magical Express.
We'd booked a room at Coronado Springs using the AP discount rate. I was nervous that we'd get hassled that we didn't have actual passes yet and only the vouchers to turn in to get passes. Alas, the CM who checked us in didn't care. We set up a 6:30 wake up call. I was also worried that we'd be at the waaaaay back end of the resort, since my luck tends to run that way. Alas, no. We were in Casitas 5, which is the furthest of the Casitas buildings from the Centro. We were exhausted and it was very late, but we hauled our stuff out to our room.
We'd never considered staying at CS before because all of the pictures I'd seen before the refurb showed furniture that was painted in pastel colors and it was just ugly 80s southwestern ickiness. Now, they're redecorated! Our room looked like this:
Pretty!
Even though it was late, we unpacked, plugged in all of our various chargers, set up the room, set two more alarm clocks, and watched Stacy and her Must-Dos before falling asleep!
