Friday, 4/18: Boardwalk, EPCOT & Remembering Mom
Today began a bit inauspiciously for me. I awoke at 4am with a killer back ache. I've been having these time to time. Part of the wacky world of lifelong RA is how it messes with your skeletal system. My doc tells me it's seeped into my spine now. Oh fun. Fortunately with some medicine and the heavenly Marriott beds I get back to sleep determined I will enjoy this day if it's the last thing I do. Dad's looking forward to it.
My determination reminds me of my mom. See the last time she stayed in this Cypress Harbour apartment was during a week-long family Disney marathon. She'd battled metastatic breast cancer for 4 years and that trip the side effects were crippling. Yet she toughed it out as much as she could just so she could experience a bit of Disney magic with her kids, grandkids and kid-like husband. Even though I've had arthritis since childhood, I'm only now beginning to understand the difficulty my mom went through on those trips. (I sure wish I'd known enough to rent her a
scooter then.) It'll be fitting that I remember her this day as it would've been her 71st birthday.
Our plans for the day call for an early breakfast at Spoodles on the Boardwalk and a late dinner at San Angel Inn in Mexico. We arrive at the Boardwalk with 10 minutes to spare. Spoodles is busy this day but they seat us within 10 minutes. We've never eaten here before so soak up the atmosphere a bit before ordering. I like the heavy wooden tables and chairs. The service is a tad slow, but then I think we're just expecting Boma brilliance. I order the French Toast and Dad gets the All American. Neither of us are up to a buffet. The food is adequate but I confess we're not really impressed. Boma's had raisin bread French toast and the scrambled eggs were a lot juicier. Plus plain ol' pineapple juice does not compare to the African concoction served yesterday.
By the time we finish breakfast, the World of Nations is just waking up. We wander in through the International Gateway and are pleased to find the crowds sparse. That is until we round the corner into Canada and see the horde flooding in from Future World. Ah well. (Talking to folks throughout the day we discover everyone is leaving tomorrow... Saturday.) People are having a good time and the weather has returned to Florida normal (sunny and cool in the AM but getting downright hot during the day).
We didn't do much in Future World yet so this becomes our destination. Passing by the leader board we see wait times at Soarin' of 85 minutes and Fast Passes for 5pm. That's a big improvement on Tuesday when the wait read 150 min and FPs were gone. We head to the Living Seas and see a sight we've never encountered before: a 45 minute wait for Nemo with a line streaming out the door. Ouch! I guess everyone had the same idea as we did.
Dad parks his scooter outside (in the wrong place apparently) and we head in via the gift shop to go see some fish. We take the elevator upstairs and catch the morning Dolphin Encounter tour. All you see are humans from the waist down standing on the ledge of a 2 story drop

as a pair of dolphins swim up and play with them. The dolphins are so graceful and powerful diving into the water, skimming the surface or leaping up into the air. All I can think about is how those humans keep their footing and whether they know there's a 30 foot drop inches away from their feet.
When the tour ends, we move along to the main fish tank and see hundreds of the little critters. As competing schools float by the window in opposite directions Dad jokes "Look, they're just like the people crowd this week." We're amazed that the fish don't bump into each other like we lowly humans do.
We then move onto the manatee rescue tank where EPCOT houses two big creatures: Bock (orphaned as a baby) and Lou (disabled by a boat with barely half a tail-fin left). Tehy weigh 900+ to 1100+ pounds a piece. And that's from a diet of lettuce. Who says salad has no calories?
The crowd seems to be following us upstairs so we pop back down to ride Nemo. The wait time has dropped to 20 minutes. There will be no racing the queue lines this day (an obtacle course Dad and I love to take in our vehicles when there's no line), but I love this cute little ride. Unfortunately the wheelchair car is giving the CMs fits today and they don't have time to stop the ride and fix it. That means I can't easily drive my powerchair on (without stopping the ride) and must transfer to a manual chair instead. The CMs are very pleasant and helpful. As we wait for the wheelchair car to make the rounds we chitchat about the crowds. They tell us it's expected to get a lot light come Sunday. We're all anxious for a break.
My favorite part of Nemo is Pearl's comments at the end as you hear the Nemo cast singing "In A Big Blue World". Stuck to the glass she calls out as you go by, "Wait, take me with you! I mean it's a nice song and all, but they sing it over and over and over and OVER."
We skip the ground level exhibits as they're crowded with kiddies trying to spot Nemo & Dory. (We got to see those fish close up, upstairs in the learning center anyway. Same place I took my Expert Sea Knowledge quiz and scored a 100% plus got e-mailed an award certificate.)
Instead we head to the Turtle Talk show. CMs corral us into a special wheelchair loading area along with half a dozen others and we wait for the next show. We meet a lady in a manual chair nursing a couple of broken ribs. Apparently she got run down by a stroller pusher in Animal Kingdom on her first day and ended up rolling down a hill. Double ouch! (Seriously, some parents think these strollers are battering rams, even with their precious kids inside.) But she, her daughter and her friend are out making the best of it. Though Dad and I arrive first we make sure they get the seats up front since they've seen Crush before. For Dad and I, the biggest thrill comes in studying all the little Disney touches (like the special jellyfish chandeliers Disney's MayPo makes just for the queuing areas) and the crowd interaction with Crush. It's expecially fun when he tells all the kids to say "Dude" as much as possible throughout the day because their parents will just love it. Disney can be deliciously evil sometimes.
Jellyfish chandeliers:
When we leave Living Seas it's going on 2pm. The lines for ice cream have formed. Soarin' FPs are gone but the wait time holds at 85 minutes. Dad's scooter is not where he left it (outside the gift shop door) and I panic for a minute. We discover it in the stroller parking area I never knew Living Seas had (behind the Nemo sculpture). CMs are excellent in helping us find it.
We decide to go ride Figment, another of my cute favorites. There's no wait there though there's a steady stream of people. The wheelchair car is working just fine here and as luck has it, it arrives just as we pull up in the queue. Dad transfers, I drive on, and the CM takes Dad's scooter for a quick trip around the corner 5 feet. They have this accessibility down pat. it helps that this ride comes in small trains of 4 cars. The loading/unloading of wheelchair and disabled guests is so smooth there's hardly any delay.
I like what they've done with Figment, having seen all iterations of this ride. The current one is a good mix of the classic cute and newer science center chic. If only the Imagineers would do the same for Mexico and restore some of the classic elements.
We exit into the science center portion and check out our favorite sound effect floor tiles. Since January they've redone this area. Gone are the dim flashing lights of different equipment and now you have bright floor panels of different instruments. Step on a panel and you hear Figment's song played on the musical instrument of choice. It's a lot more fun and encourages people to hang out and dance to "One Little Spark". Check it out next time you go.
When we step back outside it's gotten hot. I'm craving something cool and my back is starting to ache again. We head for Mexico where I get a strawberry marguerita and Dad gets a cool lager.
En route we tour the sculpture garden, one of Flower & Garden festival's traditions. There's an amazing bronze of a little girl called Elizabeth, a stunning driftwood-like bronze of a heron and a majestic horse. Of course F&G staple Louie the Lizard is seen climbing one of the trees. Here are some pictures of this garden.
After getting our drinks (I put mine in my ol' refillable Disney mug), we stop off in China next to pick up a little elephant figurine I saw last week and catch some of the acrobats performing outside. There's a lady balancing a unicycle and tossing bowls onto her head from her foot. She does 1 bowl, then 3, then 4 then 5 bowls until she has almost a dozen bowls atop her little head. When she tosses up the cup and spoon last the crowd exclaims it just not possible, but she surprises us all. Keep in mind, she's doing this all while balancing herself on a unicycle some 6 feet off the ground. Amazing.
It's after 4 now and I remember there's a tea tour in the UK I want to see as part of the Flower & Garden festival. So we ride through the countries and arrive just in time to take the last spots on the 5pm tour. A CM from Scotland gathers a dozen of us together in the little garden behind the tea shop. She begins by clearing up some of the language barriers she's experienced earlier in the day with other tours. Having a heavy Scottish brogue, her "herbal tea" sounds like "hairball tea". It's now become a joke for us to call it hairball tea.
The tour begins with an introduction to tea and immitation tea. Real tea begins with the plant Chaemelia sinensis. All tea whether it be black, white, or green has this plant extract in it and share the exact same level of caffeine and anti-oxidants. Without this plant, tea isn't tea though herbal infusions are made the same way (via steeping). We see planters of the differing tea species from ginger to oolong and camomile. We also learn a bit about Twinings' history and the origins of Earl Grey and why there's a Lady Grey tea today. And our guide tells us the secret to making our own tea decaffeinated. (Pull the bag out after a minute, dump the water and continue steeping in a fresh cup. Caffeine is the first chemical released by the tea leaves.) We learn English Breakfast Tea is called "Builder's Tea" at home because it's strong and everyone drinks it. Tea is consumed more than coffee in the UK and never consumed cold.
Being a pharmacist, Dad loves this tour and offers his own to me throughout the next hour. I learn the difference between infusions, decoctions and tinctures going from tea to coffee to opium. Once you get Professor Grandpa Mohawk talking you'd best just sit back and nod a lot.
We both agree (having been to London last summer) that only the Brits know how to properly brew tea. In the shop after we see a little magnet with a familiar sight... it's a picture of Westminster Bridge overlooking Parliament and Big Ben. When we stayed at our Marriott hotel last August (under the London Eye) we crossed this bridge daily and woke up to the sight. So we get the magnet for the fridge and meet another young CM with a London accent. Turns out he was working in the House of Lords last year as well. We ask whether he went over to St. James Park a lot for lunch breaks and find ourselves talking like the locals about familiar sights.
My back begins aching again so I stop off in Morocco to take more medicine and take a little break. Dad meets some ladies who are stuffed with their Morrocan dinner. The weather is very pleasant and the crowd seems happy. Our time has flown fast and it's after 7pm now. We head back to Mexico for our dinner at San Angel.
We get there before our 7:30pm ADR but aren't seated until after 8pm. While waiting, we browse the shops. A little boy toting a mohawk sees Grandpa Mohawk and shyly gets his attention. Turns out both got their hair cut at the Barber Shop. They exchange compliments and hair care tips. These two are so cute I just have to snap a picture of them.
When we get to our table we study they menu closely. Dad loves Mexican food and has been lobbying to try this place forever. I'm not so keen on the spices but this meal's for him. He orders the talapia and I get the grilled chicken. His dish is mild and mine is extra spicey though delicious. The service is a tad slow making our hopes of catching at least some of the fireworks dwindle. But the atmosphere of the temple, courtyard and volcano make this place a very nice place to eat.
By the time we pay the bill and head out to the top of the pyramid entrance all that lingers in the air from the fireworks is the smoke. We fight the crowd a bit then opt to take the back route through the countries and the crowd. Along the way I realize we haven't seen any fireworks this week. Am I really in Disney?
Tomorrow (or rather today) we have our last day at Cypress Harbour. Our plans include breakfast on the patio and half a day at Seaworld then packing for the big move to SSR tomorrow. I read here that free internet isn't set to start until after we go home, so again I warn the daily reports may stop for a bit. But I'll pick up and post when I get home. Hopefully I'll meet several of you along the way and have pictures.
Thanks for reading!