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Two installments in one day!
Friday 3/23 – Chapter 3-Dinner in Morocco
We were off to Epcot! Caitlin called as we were leaving the hotel to tell us that Jen had tried to cause a national crisis by taking a jumbo bottle of lotion in her carry-on luggage. Apparently, when Cait had reminded her that no liquids were allowed, she hadn’t thought of lotion as a liquid. I can understand the confusion—it isn’t REALLY liquidy.
Once she gave it up, they were allowed on the plane. They were finally leaving Albuquerque and on their way to Dallas. Some of my worry let up but I still had to worry about their connection. No wonder I have gray hair.
We were off on the road to Morocco! I actually sang that on the way over. Alex was a little tired of my whole Bob Hope/Bing Crosby retrospective so I stopped to talk to these guys.
I took this for Cait. We refer to her as the Duck Whisperer. They will come right over to her each time we stay at the Dolphin and she’s fascinated with them. She told me she speaks Duck, as well as Whale and Parseltongue. She’s multi-lingual.
They asked if she were coming to visit soon and I told them she’d just left Albuquerque. They asked if she could say hello when she arrived. Hey, who do you think taught the kid to speak Duck anyway?
We had a lot of time before our reservation at 5:45 so we decided to take a Friendship Boat over and admire the Yacht and Beach Club and the Boardwalk on the way. We could have walked much faster but I decided to pace myself. Tomorrow night, I’d be hobbling.
I got very excited about using our ticket for the first time. Probably too excited. I kept telling Alex, “We’re here, we’re here, we’re HERE!” To which Alex replied, “Umm…yep.”
We took a quick right at the bridge once we’d come through the International Gateway and over to Morocco bypassing Alex’s homeland of the U.K. He gazed longingly at the fish and chips stand but I knew he’d like Restaurant Marraskesh.
I have never ever stepped a little toe into Morocco. The real one or the one at Epcot. So, I was excited and took lots of pictures. I wasn’t even sure where the restaurant was. It was such a great time to take my time without anyone nagging at me. Anyone named Caitlin. Alex never nags. He just wanders with me.
One thing I forgot to mention in an earlier installment—while we were waiting for our luggage back at the airport, Alex took up a position near the carousel and I stood further back with our carry on stuff. I heard three different couples arguing while we were waiting. “BOB! That’s my bag. I know it’s a different color but I swear it’s ours.” “Martha, just let me do this my way.” You get the picture. Vacation arguments. We heard the same thing as we walked through the World Showcase. Of course, these weren’t people who were just arriving (I don’t think so anyway!) but poor souls who had overstayed their fun and were just carrying on having a World Showcase Death March. I heard one woman say nastily to her male companion, “Well, if you would just make a decision once in a while I wouldn’t have to do everything myself!” You get the picture.
Every time I hear one of conversations, I squeeze Alex’s hand and say, “Thank you for being such a wonderful traveling companion.” We’re nauseating but we very rarely fight on vacation.
Anyway—from our wanderings through Morocco:
Oh ,another little handy tip for those traveling to the World Showcase. Oddly enough, and I never thought this combination of words would come out of my mouth, but Morocco has the best bathrooms. Every time I was in need, those bathrooms had no lines and were clean. More than I can say for Germany. Which was weird because I used to live in the real Germany and the bathrooms there were always very clean. Not the World Showcase Version, though.
Back to our dinner—we arrived at Restaurant Marrakesh and were seated almost immediately. The restaurant wasn’t very crowded but it sure was noisy! I believe it must have something to do with the high ceilings. I don’t know why I didn’t take pictures inside the restaurant because it was just beautiful. The details are amazing and I loved the chandeliers.
Whenever I travel, my stomach tends to be a little sensitive so I ordered the chicken shish kebob even though I was wanting to try something a bit more exotic. Alex had the roast lamb which was so tender you could cut it with your fork. I know because I reached over and cut a piece off and I didn’t even have to struggle. (A shout out there to my fellow food sharer, Kay!) Roasted vegetables were served with it and the best feta cheese ever was sprinkled over them. I know that because my notes say, “Best Feta EVER!” And I eat a lot of feta. Both meals were very yummy. I recommend this restaurant. Our server was very nice and helpful.
Stuffed to the gills, we dragged ourselves out of our chairs and headed out of Morocco. I needed to go to Mouse Gears and try to find a more portable sized Stitch for Caitlin.
We walked past France, holding hands and listening to La Vie En Rose. How romantic is that?
We made it to the U.K. and heard the British Invasion back in the gazebo area. A few years ago, we visited Alex’s family in England and his brother and sister-in-law took us to a Bootleg Beatles concert at Kew Gardens. It’s a great memory for us and every time I hear the British Invasion, it reminds me of that night. So, of course, we had to stop to listen.
After the show, we headed over to Mouse Gears. I found a small Stitch wearing a hula skirt and a lei and a Minnie Mouse for Jen. I also got each of the girls a Stitch coloring book to use with the small pack of Princess crayons I’d gotten at the Target dollar section before I’d left.
As we were checking out, I heard one of the funniest comments ever—although we heard a bunch of ‘em on this trip! The CM was ringing me up and said, “So—are you just visiting?” I was dumbstruck and looked at Alex with my mouth open. So, Mr. Smarty Pants said, “No, we live over by the International Gateway.” The CM paid no attention and just said, “Hmm…that’s nice.” What a great idea, though, hey? A little subdivision in between France and the U.K.? I’d definitely buy that house!
Time to head back to the hotel because I still have to go all the way back to the airport to pick up the girls and I was seriously running out of steam. It had been a long day already. We took the boat back and the girls called to say they were on their second plane. That was a relief. I took a nap for about an hour.
Around 8:00, I went downstairs and met up with Sam from Tiffany Town Car. Sam’s driven us before and he’s a very nice man. It was a little unusual for someone to be going to the airport and coming back to the hotel two hours later. I kind of dozed on the way there and then Sam gave me a card with his cell phone number and asked me call when the girls had their baggage and showed me where he’d pick us up.
Once I got out of the car, I realized I would be waiting for 1.5 hours with no book. I’d left all three I’d brought with me sitting in the room. Realizing Alex had already gone through most of his stash of books, I made a stop at the bookstore picking up one for me and three books for him. He always forgets how difficult it is to get books at WDW. Not even the Virgin Store in DTD has a wide selection.
As I sat half reading my book and half watching people waiting for arrivals, I was struck by how much the Orlando Airport reminds me of Heathrow in the movie Love Actually. The Detroit Airport is not like this. People were standing for hours craning their necks and watching for loved ones and then embracing in joy. It was really lovely.
By the time the girls arrived, planeloads of teenagers were arriving. I stood up so they’d be able to see me as they came out but people kept passing me by and no girls. I was terrified that they’d gotten caught up in a gaggle of teenage tour groups and I’d missed them. I was getting a little frantic when two girls were suddenly standing right in front of me. Yep, I’d failed to recognize my own kid. I do this every time I pick her up at the airport. Mainly because it seems impossible to me that she could be that old. We hugged, we kissed, she mocked me for having that moment of non-recognition. It was great to have her there!
Sam got us back to the Dolphin after kindly making a quick, unscheduled stop at a drug store to pick up something Caitlin had forgotten. When we arrived at the hotel, the girls were still raring to go but I was exhausted.
They were, of course, starving, so they went down to Picabu’s to get something to eat. They ran down to get sandwiches and brought them up to the room to eat. I finally fell asleep around midnight. And we were getting up early the next morning. We were at Disney World, darn it!
Friday 3/23 – Chapter 3-Dinner in Morocco
We were off to Epcot! Caitlin called as we were leaving the hotel to tell us that Jen had tried to cause a national crisis by taking a jumbo bottle of lotion in her carry-on luggage. Apparently, when Cait had reminded her that no liquids were allowed, she hadn’t thought of lotion as a liquid. I can understand the confusion—it isn’t REALLY liquidy.
Once she gave it up, they were allowed on the plane. They were finally leaving Albuquerque and on their way to Dallas. Some of my worry let up but I still had to worry about their connection. No wonder I have gray hair.
We were off on the road to Morocco! I actually sang that on the way over. Alex was a little tired of my whole Bob Hope/Bing Crosby retrospective so I stopped to talk to these guys.
I took this for Cait. We refer to her as the Duck Whisperer. They will come right over to her each time we stay at the Dolphin and she’s fascinated with them. She told me she speaks Duck, as well as Whale and Parseltongue. She’s multi-lingual.
They asked if she were coming to visit soon and I told them she’d just left Albuquerque. They asked if she could say hello when she arrived. Hey, who do you think taught the kid to speak Duck anyway?
We had a lot of time before our reservation at 5:45 so we decided to take a Friendship Boat over and admire the Yacht and Beach Club and the Boardwalk on the way. We could have walked much faster but I decided to pace myself. Tomorrow night, I’d be hobbling.
I got very excited about using our ticket for the first time. Probably too excited. I kept telling Alex, “We’re here, we’re here, we’re HERE!” To which Alex replied, “Umm…yep.”
We took a quick right at the bridge once we’d come through the International Gateway and over to Morocco bypassing Alex’s homeland of the U.K. He gazed longingly at the fish and chips stand but I knew he’d like Restaurant Marraskesh.
I have never ever stepped a little toe into Morocco. The real one or the one at Epcot. So, I was excited and took lots of pictures. I wasn’t even sure where the restaurant was. It was such a great time to take my time without anyone nagging at me. Anyone named Caitlin. Alex never nags. He just wanders with me.
One thing I forgot to mention in an earlier installment—while we were waiting for our luggage back at the airport, Alex took up a position near the carousel and I stood further back with our carry on stuff. I heard three different couples arguing while we were waiting. “BOB! That’s my bag. I know it’s a different color but I swear it’s ours.” “Martha, just let me do this my way.” You get the picture. Vacation arguments. We heard the same thing as we walked through the World Showcase. Of course, these weren’t people who were just arriving (I don’t think so anyway!) but poor souls who had overstayed their fun and were just carrying on having a World Showcase Death March. I heard one woman say nastily to her male companion, “Well, if you would just make a decision once in a while I wouldn’t have to do everything myself!” You get the picture.
Every time I hear one of conversations, I squeeze Alex’s hand and say, “Thank you for being such a wonderful traveling companion.” We’re nauseating but we very rarely fight on vacation.
Anyway—from our wanderings through Morocco:
Oh ,another little handy tip for those traveling to the World Showcase. Oddly enough, and I never thought this combination of words would come out of my mouth, but Morocco has the best bathrooms. Every time I was in need, those bathrooms had no lines and were clean. More than I can say for Germany. Which was weird because I used to live in the real Germany and the bathrooms there were always very clean. Not the World Showcase Version, though.
Back to our dinner—we arrived at Restaurant Marrakesh and were seated almost immediately. The restaurant wasn’t very crowded but it sure was noisy! I believe it must have something to do with the high ceilings. I don’t know why I didn’t take pictures inside the restaurant because it was just beautiful. The details are amazing and I loved the chandeliers.
Whenever I travel, my stomach tends to be a little sensitive so I ordered the chicken shish kebob even though I was wanting to try something a bit more exotic. Alex had the roast lamb which was so tender you could cut it with your fork. I know because I reached over and cut a piece off and I didn’t even have to struggle. (A shout out there to my fellow food sharer, Kay!) Roasted vegetables were served with it and the best feta cheese ever was sprinkled over them. I know that because my notes say, “Best Feta EVER!” And I eat a lot of feta. Both meals were very yummy. I recommend this restaurant. Our server was very nice and helpful.
Stuffed to the gills, we dragged ourselves out of our chairs and headed out of Morocco. I needed to go to Mouse Gears and try to find a more portable sized Stitch for Caitlin.
We walked past France, holding hands and listening to La Vie En Rose. How romantic is that?
We made it to the U.K. and heard the British Invasion back in the gazebo area. A few years ago, we visited Alex’s family in England and his brother and sister-in-law took us to a Bootleg Beatles concert at Kew Gardens. It’s a great memory for us and every time I hear the British Invasion, it reminds me of that night. So, of course, we had to stop to listen.
After the show, we headed over to Mouse Gears. I found a small Stitch wearing a hula skirt and a lei and a Minnie Mouse for Jen. I also got each of the girls a Stitch coloring book to use with the small pack of Princess crayons I’d gotten at the Target dollar section before I’d left.
As we were checking out, I heard one of the funniest comments ever—although we heard a bunch of ‘em on this trip! The CM was ringing me up and said, “So—are you just visiting?” I was dumbstruck and looked at Alex with my mouth open. So, Mr. Smarty Pants said, “No, we live over by the International Gateway.” The CM paid no attention and just said, “Hmm…that’s nice.” What a great idea, though, hey? A little subdivision in between France and the U.K.? I’d definitely buy that house!
Time to head back to the hotel because I still have to go all the way back to the airport to pick up the girls and I was seriously running out of steam. It had been a long day already. We took the boat back and the girls called to say they were on their second plane. That was a relief. I took a nap for about an hour.
Around 8:00, I went downstairs and met up with Sam from Tiffany Town Car. Sam’s driven us before and he’s a very nice man. It was a little unusual for someone to be going to the airport and coming back to the hotel two hours later. I kind of dozed on the way there and then Sam gave me a card with his cell phone number and asked me call when the girls had their baggage and showed me where he’d pick us up.
Once I got out of the car, I realized I would be waiting for 1.5 hours with no book. I’d left all three I’d brought with me sitting in the room. Realizing Alex had already gone through most of his stash of books, I made a stop at the bookstore picking up one for me and three books for him. He always forgets how difficult it is to get books at WDW. Not even the Virgin Store in DTD has a wide selection.
As I sat half reading my book and half watching people waiting for arrivals, I was struck by how much the Orlando Airport reminds me of Heathrow in the movie Love Actually. The Detroit Airport is not like this. People were standing for hours craning their necks and watching for loved ones and then embracing in joy. It was really lovely.
By the time the girls arrived, planeloads of teenagers were arriving. I stood up so they’d be able to see me as they came out but people kept passing me by and no girls. I was terrified that they’d gotten caught up in a gaggle of teenage tour groups and I’d missed them. I was getting a little frantic when two girls were suddenly standing right in front of me. Yep, I’d failed to recognize my own kid. I do this every time I pick her up at the airport. Mainly because it seems impossible to me that she could be that old. We hugged, we kissed, she mocked me for having that moment of non-recognition. It was great to have her there!
Sam got us back to the Dolphin after kindly making a quick, unscheduled stop at a drug store to pick up something Caitlin had forgotten. When we arrived at the hotel, the girls were still raring to go but I was exhausted.
They were, of course, starving, so they went down to Picabu’s to get something to eat. They ran down to get sandwiches and brought them up to the room to eat. I finally fell asleep around midnight. And we were getting up early the next morning. We were at Disney World, darn it!
I am so glad to hear you liked Marrakesh because we are going there too and it is something I have been nervous about! I love feta cheese so that was exciting for me that you loved it!
Can't wait to read more
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I need to pay more attention.
If my DS5 were there he would have tried to attack the stormtrooper because he is sooo obssessed! Another great installment can't wait for more!
) the first time he saw the front and didn't know there was a back (which says, "I read banned books"). 
