You know once you decide that you're not doing a traditional trip report, it sort of becomes a little bit difficult to know where to go next?
What was the next big memory on my trip? Was it how well my son did on the flight, the first time without a car seat, sitting like a big boy? Was it that relief I always have when we land and smell that Florida air?
Was it checking in to Pop to discover our room wasn't ready and then rearranging so much of our luggage in the lobby so that I could figure out what to check and what to keep while we waited?
Was it taking the only food art of the trip?
Wait for it folks, and savor it, because this is it....
And honestly, if I took any food art after this, it was only because I liked the look of it, not because I had a master plan.
Was it the huge rain storm that nearly drenched my husband and son while they were enjoying the playscape which happened to be directly across from our building in the 70s, while I unpacked? By the by, I had a delightful little chat with jmamom while I was unpacking. We didn't end up meeting, but I truly enjoyed talking with you.
Nope.
And you can thank me now for that little segue.
I would have to say my next biggest memory from the trip, oddly enough, involves...more rain.
And the most rookie mistake I've made in a long time. I actually made a few of those on this trip. I attribute it completely to having to deal with so many personalities for so many days. My normally orgnaized DIS brain was fried. I was so "on vacation."
After everything was settled, we decided to head to Epcot.
If anyone recalls from the pre trip report, my big desires for this day were to see Big Bad VooDoo Daddy play at the World Showcase, and to get my son on the Donald ride in Mexico.
That's. It.
I'm happy to say we did both. But not without a little drama first.
As we were heading over on the bus, thinking we had everything we needed, I suddenly saw that it was incredibly dark up ahead.
Cue the next BIG rain storm of the day. I remember this so distinctly. At one point, I could look in front of us and see this storming, pounding rain and behind us, it was totally clear. It was one of the most opposing views I've ever had in my life.
I remember when the rain hit the bus, with a huge patter, patter, patter, harder, harder, and the wipers went on, and we're sloshing through it, it's pooling hugely on the side of the road.
And my first sight of the Epcot sign is through that grayness, that pounding rain. We don't put our ponchos on yet, I think we're just mystified. And as we're pulling in, and about to get out to brave the elements, I make a horrifying realization.
I don't know if I'm more upset by the fact that I actually did this, or the fact that I'd even read about this very same mistake on my dear friend Tink's trip report. I mean, you think I'd retain some of what I'd read on the DIS.
Yes, my friends.
I left my son's room key back at the hotel.
I don't know why. When I was switching things around, I must have just left it on the table.
I. Was. Devastated.
I didn't know what to do. I had NO desire to go all the way back to Pop to get the room key. And in that moment of ultimate frustration, I made a decision.
That although I enjoyed Pop, although I loved the food court, and I loved the bright colorfulness of it, and I was determined to love it for the rest of the trip, that I was never, ever staying there again.
In that short moment of my complete stupidity, I was done with values. This is actually for a lot of reasons, and not just my dumb mistake, and I could wax eloquent on it for quite some time, but I'll just leave it at that for now.
So, we got off the bus. We decided to walk to the gate and ask one of the cast members hanging out near the bag check if they knew what our options were.
And you know what? They did!
And you know what? It was suprisingly easy!
So for all of you who may or may not have read about something like this on someone else's trip report or not, let me tell you right now...
if you leave someone's resort key/ticket in the room, you can get it replaced at Guest Services.
Now before I knew this, I saw all my dreams of a relaxed evening washing away.
I blame it on this.
I was tired. I'd been up late the night before we left, and I was the first to wake up that morning. Traveling in general takes out of me, and I'd unpacked everything in our suitcases while the boys played in the playscape and then we waited for a smaller rainstorm to stop.
I was pooped. My brain was not functioning like it normally does. And I learned a lot from this day, but again, I'll save that for later.
At Guest Services, I was able to explain our predicament, and in a few short moments, my son's key to the world had been replaced.
We were off!
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