Behind the Seeds
We arrived at the Land around 1:30ish... I think. We were a little early for the tour, but it worked out. We got our name stickers and waited in the area by the bathrooms. Even though I had just eaten, the break was welcoming. Yes, I am THAT lazy.
Soon enough, our little tour was underway. The entire tour was 4 people (well, 5 if you count Gina, the guide). Mom and I, and then a younger couple. Of course, when asked "So, why did you decide to do the tour?", most people respond with "I'm interested in gardening, or food, or plants, or whatever". Me... "I've been here a lot and wanted something different". Yup, I really don't care about gardening or plants all that much, other than taking pictures of them. About the only thing I can grow myself is mold when I forget to throw the bread away.
So, anyway, Gina starts taking us through the tour of the facilities, and she's talking about disease and pest control and all that. To be honest, I don't really remember many details, other than they use ladybugs to keep many of the pests off of the plants. We then walked through the greenhouses, which was really fascinating. Having ridden the ride so many times, it was a bit strange to see it go by. We learned a bit about hydroponics and visited the tomato tree and the giant pumpkins.
After visiting the first greenhouse, we were brought to the fish area of the ride. Here we saw the baby alligators (let's not think what they were destined for, 'kay?) and fed the tilapia.
After that, we were brought to another greenhouse to see more stuff. Here we let our ladybugs go (well, technically, we were just told to let them go in any of the greenhouses, so really, here I decided to let mine go) and tasted some fresh cucumber. It tasted like fresh cucumber... which is very good. I really like cucumbers, but not zucchini so much. There was this one time, I thought the zucchini was a cucumber and took a bite... mistake. Almost as bad as the time I thought the Sweet & Low (my grandparents lived off of that stuff...) was powdered sugar. This was before I learned the glories of "Reading the Package!" Then there's the time I thought the coconut (I hate coconut) was shredded cheese... man I'm bad at this stuff.
Ahem, so yup, we had some cucumber. It was tasty. We talked about some of the herbs in that section, and I scored points by knowing stuff. Unfortunately, the points were non-redeemable, so it didn't get me anything other than a smile from Gina (which, to be honest, wasn't such a bad thing (I'd insert a smiley face here, but my picture limit is capped at 25, and I've already had to cut out 3 from the selection for this post... sorry).
After that bit, we headed out. We passed another tour on the way out, this one was a little busier, with about 20 people to it. I liked our 4 person tour better (well, partly because I was in it...).
After the tour, I believe we hit up Soarin' again before calling it a morning and heading back to CSR for a break.
A Mexican Dinner
Back at CSR, I went to the desk again. Somehow they STILL hadn't fixed my issue with the room charges. I had received a call the night before even though they said that I wouldn't. This time, I spoke with some guy who said he was a manager. He typed away on his computer and said "Everything looks fine..." I asked if he was sure and he assured me it was. I questioned why I had gotten the phone call the night before, and he said he had no clue...
Yeah... go guy.
So, we headed off for dinner at Hacienda de San Angel (after our rest). I had gone here in 2010 about a week after it opened and really liked it. Well, liked it as much as I could after dining on DxDDP for the week, having a headache, and not being hungry in the least. It deserved another shot!
So, we got to the restaurant at sometime for our 7:00pm reservation (I'm guessing around 6:45, but my camera time-stamped the photo I took (well, I took a couple) while waiting at 5:05... so I'm assuming that's 7:05 since I set the clock on it in March, in Central time zone... guess it's not smart enough to adjust on its own! What good is it!

Erm, so yeah, we waited a bit, nothing excessive as we were sitting down by 7:15pm. I made a repeat of last year's order and got the Queso Fundido, Arrachea steak, and a classic Margarita. For dessert, I had their empanadas and boy was that the right choice. Those things were delicious! One of my favorite desserts of this year.
Now, the food here was absolutely amazing as I had hoped for. The service, it too was amazing... amazingly slow. We had felt left out a bit as our server had paid constant attention to a couple larger parties near us (a group of 8 or so, and a party of 6 or so) and barely even refilled our drinks. Now, I get that a larger table demands more attention, but a good server won't sacrifice a table of 2's basic needs (e.g. refills) to hang out and chat with a larger table. Alas, it was what it was... this year will be better (at least, I'm going to tell myself that). We skipped out on Illuminations as it was already getting late by the time we left (my dessert photo was taken at 8:23pm, and I remember there was quite a lag time between dessert and the check) and headed back to my room. When I got there, there was YET ANOTHER MESSAGE ON MY PHONE from the front desk telling me that I was over my limit and needed to take care of it immediately.
Yes. 3rd message. Yes, I've gotten this "taken care of" twice already. Yes, my room was in a horribly crappy location that I paid extra for and that would take me ~10 minutes just to walk to the front desk. Yes, I immediately walked to the front desk, in a huff.
When I got there, I immediately asked for a manager (rather than telling the same story for the 5th and 6th time) and Miriam asked if she could help (she was/is a manager there). I told her, and the girl at the counter (it was a slow night) the story and she was aghast. She worked with her computer and, once again, said it all looked clear and there may be some lag time between the time it gets cleared out and the time the data goes to the call center to yell at the guests who need to pay their bills. She was sweet, and hopefully she understood my "I'll believe it when I see it" attitude (of which I did make sure to let her know that I was frustrated with the whole thing, and it wasn't her, individual fault!)
With that taken care of for the time being, I made the trek back up to the 4th floor of Casitas 2 and went to bed.