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Cast:
Me, 34, mom and wife
Dix, 43, Great husband and dad
Boo, 5.25 year-old son who likes Way Dangerous Things
Sis, 2.25 year-old pony princess daughter
Flyboy, My brother, a pilot, age 29
Important trip items:
NOTE: Last night after reading my latest installment, my mom sent me the following clarification on how wet is too wet. Her words exactly were, I think too wet is when water is dripping off your eyelashes. Until then
you are just wet!!!!!
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The pool at Wilderness Lodge seemed nearly empty, despite the nice warm weather. Sis enjoyed the wading pool for a time, but then insisted on swimming in the big pool with her brother, and I regretted the fact that I had not thought to bring her floaties. No problem, though. Dix and I could just hold her in our arms.
After having conquered the awesome castle slide at Old Key West, Boo was anxious to get on the Wilderness Lodge slide, but first he had to overcome his distrust of whether it was too dark and scary. Dix and I took trial runs, and assured him that it was light the whole way, but Boo still wavered. He knew he could see a tunnel, and he was sure it was dark.
Caution is a personality trait that Boo shares with my brother Flyboy. As kids, Flyboy always had to check things out and think them over before he did anything. At age 6, before he took his first ride on the Tea Cups at Disney World, he stopped to look under the cups to study how they were attached. Only when he was sure that all was safe and sound and he wasnt going to go spinning off into the twilight zone did he board.
Even now, he still thinks through his actions like that. Perhaps that caution and thoughtfulness is what makes him a great pilot.
Boo is much the same as Flyboy, only he mixes in a little bit of fear into his thoughtfulness, and can work himself into quite a state. Dix and I try not to push him too hard, but we feel its important that he conquers that fear, especially when things really arent scary at all. That Wilderness Lodge slide is not in the least bit scary. In fact, it is as tame as they come.
Its so tame, Boo would later call it borin.
Once Boo finally tried it, he loved it, and he went down again and again. Sis and I stood near the bottom of the slide, cheering and yelling for Boo each time he came down. While we waited during of Boos runs, a smiling lifeguard approached me to tell me that Sis could go down the big slide too. We would just need to make sure that either Dix or I was at the bottom to catch her.
I looked at him doubtfully. Really?
Little kids go all the time, he said.
But shes just a toddler . I was doubtful. I couldnt see how such a little person could manage a slide that big, even if it was really tame. What if she didnt stay upright and flipped over onto her belly, face-first in the water? Would she know to lift her head and breathe, or would she be overwhelmed and confused as to what direction was air and suffocate in the water? I couldnt get the image out of my head of her lying down, face first, in the water all the way down that slide.
Sis had heard and understood every word the smiling lifeguard had said, and instantly became excited. She could go down the slide, too! She could go down the slide too! Dix also thought it was a fine idea and he was ready to launch her down the slide right then and there.
Can I slide down with her on my lap? I asked the lifeguard.
No, you can not do that, he said before I had hardly finished the question. Its against the rules.
Several women were standing nearby listening in on the conversation, staring right at me. I studied their faces for some sign that they, too, thought sending Sis down alone was a ridiculous idea, but they stood expressionless. Their faces said nothing, and I turned back to the lifeguard.
It really is okay, he said.
Perhaps I was overreacting. The lifeguard wouldnt bring it up if little kids didnt do it. Safety was his job, after all. But were we sure this lifeguard wasnt new on the job and so full of desire to spread pixie dust that he really wasnt realizing how small Sis was? I was tempted to ask him how long he had worked there, but didnt.
Instead, I relented, and handed Sis over to Dix. I knew she wouldnt be injured, and the time on the slide was so brief shed be in my arms in no time at all. Still, I didnt like it.
Sis and Dix walk-trotted to the top of the slide and when she started down, Dix yelled, Here she comes!
The next thing I heard was a CLUNK, CLUNK! Silence and then another CLUNK! It sounded like a basketball, and I cringed, knowing it was her head bouncing off that stupid slide. That is a terrible, terrible sound! Im not sure how long it took her to come down. Fifteen seconds, maybe? But for me it seemed like an eternity. Finally, she whipped into sight, lying on her back, head first, and moving fast! Somehow along the line she had gone from sitting upright to lying on her back, head coming first. Her face was wet, so it had obviously been in the water at one point or another.
I swooped her up in my arms. She had been smart enough not to breathe and was still holding her breath when I grabbed her. When she saw me, she took a big breath of air.
Then she cried real live crocodile tears.
She cried the cry kids get when they are really scared and hurt and their voices actually tremble as they cry.
She had hit her head and it hurt, but mostly she was scared. I held her in my arms and gave Dix a glare, fighting back my own tears. He was checking out her head, so he didnt see my eyes, but Im sure he felt them. I wanted to blame him for pushing me into this, but I knew in my heart that it wasnt just him. I had let myself cave into pressure from Dix, the lifeguard, and the expressionless ladies at the side of the pool who probably could have cared less whether my sweet Sis went down that slide or not.
It was no ones fault but my own.
And Dixs. I glared at him again.
It is now four months later, neither Dix nor I can remember the exact rules of that slide, so Im hesitant to report the following, as my memory isnt exactly clear. I think the lifeguard may have told us that we could (or should?) have laid her down and sent her down the slide on her back rather than sitting up. Or perhaps the lifeguard didnt say that, and someone else did. At any rate, I remember it being discussed, and I remember the lifeguard being part of the discussion.
During this conversation, I had no intention of Sis going again, but she had completely stopped crying when she realized wasnt going to be permitted to go again. This seemed to upset her worse than the initial ride had! She was totally distressed, and was doing everything in her two-year-old power to be allowed to go again. I couldn't believe she would possibly want to go again, and questioned if it was simply because Boo liked that slide, and she wanted to do what Boo was doing.
It was intense! The entire episode had been intense, and I wondered why we werent having a nice, relaxing day by the pool. This is not what we had planned for the day. I knew the lifeguard was just trying to be nice, and I appreciated that, but I wished he hadn't said anything about Sis sliding in the first place.
Peas, peas, peas . She begged me in her most convincing voice.
Again, I wavered. If the trick were to lay her down, shed probably be fine. I was sure the reason she had hit her head before was because she fell from and upright sitting position to prone position as she rounded a corner.
But what was to say she wouldnt flip over and ride down face- first in the water?
She had known to hold her breath before, so she wouldnt drown. At the very worst, she may get scared again, but she wouldnt get physically injured.
Shell be fine lying down, the smiling lifeguard said.
(In hindsight, I think that the lifeguard was correct that toddlers go down that slide, but Im willing to bet the majority of them have lifejackets on that slow them down, protect their heads around corners, and cushion the ride a bit. It took me until later to realize this.)
Reluctantly, I agreed again, but this time I would send her down the slide myself and Dix would wait for her at the bottom. The ladies at the side of the pool watched me slowly get out with her and unhappily start toward the slide. They were still expressionless, and I no longer gave a bit of care to what they thought or didnt think.
Nothing to see here, folks.
When we got to the top, I laid Sis in the water, flat on her back, feet first. She crossed her arms over her rounded belly and looked me in the face. She looked scared, and kept trying to lift her head up.
No, Sissy, if you do this, you have to lie down, I told her, all the while not wanting to let go of her.
She lay her head back down and I watched the water rushing along the sides of her body. It looked so fast, and her body looked so small, and the really tame slide suddenly looked way too steep. I imagined how fast shed go now that she was prone, and wondered what in the world was going to protect her head when she went around the corners. Wouldnt her head drag? She wasnt strong enough to hold her head up like Boo would be able to if he went down on his back. Instead, her head would simply lay directly on the slide and flop, scrape and bounce with her movements.
I couldn't let go of her.
I couldnt send her down.
I heard Dix yell. Where is she?
Just a minute! I yelled back, trying to mask my stress and frustration.
Just give me a minute, Dix. For crying out loud...
I picked her up out of the water. She thought I was sitting her upright, and quickly hustled into a sitting position. She looked so relieved to not be lying down.
I shook my head. I couldnt send her that way, either! I knew shed bang her head again, for sure. I stared at her, not wanting to tell her she now couldnt go. What kind of crazy mindgame would that be for her?
Yes, sweetheart you can go.
No, sweetheart, you cant.
Well, maybe you can .
No, no you cant .
The poor thing!
Finally I made a quick decision. Knowing I was breaking the rules, I sat down, plunked her on my lap, and down the slide we went. Our ride down together was even slower than mine had been alone, the reason being the additional weight, I assume. There was nothing fast, dangerous, or scary whatsoever about our ride down. It was just a gentle swoosh. Sis was happy, and I was relieved.
Dix was waiting at the bottom to catch Sis and smiled in surprise as he saw us come down together. He threw his hands out in exaggeration as if he were going to catch us both.
How could I stay mad or frustrated at Dix?
But the lifeguard was mad at me, or so it seemed. After I handed Sis off to Dix, I looked up at the lifeguards face.
He was no longer smiling.
I walked through the water to his chair, and looked up at him. I could hardly see him in the sunshine, and I squinted and grimaced my face to protect my eyes. Sorry about that, I said. I know I wasnt supposed to do it, but I got up there and I couldnt bear to send her down like that. I was sure her head was going to get hit again.
I waited for him to say something like, Lots of other kids do it! but he didnt. Instead, he nodded yes and looked away. Then he mumbled something I didnt hear, and I asked him to repeat it.
Im not supposed to SEE you doing that, he said, and smiled, though never meeting my eyes.
I knew exactly what he meant. He couldnt give me his blessing to break the rules, but he really wasnt upset. He neednt worry; I had no plans to keep doing it. In fact, I wanted Sis to completely forget about that slide.
I had to chuckle at the silliness of the situation. I felt ten-years-old again standing under that chair, squinting to look up at the lifeguard at the pool while we discussed my delinquency. There I was, at age 34, breaking the rules! Any one of my friends or family would tell you that is totally out of my character. I am a rule follower!
I love rules!
Not that day, though.
That day I was a rebel.
*************************************
We had decided to have dinner at Boma at the Animal Kingdom Lodge that night. Dix had returned the rental car to the Car Care Center while the kids and I cleaned up after swimming. In order to get to the AKL, we first took a bus to the Animal Kingdom, and then a bus from there to the Animal Kingdom Lodge. It was a quick trip, and didnt take as long as I thought it would.
Sis fell asleep during the second bus ride and we carried her into the Animal Kingdom Lodge, commenting along the way that it seemed like the bus stop at AKL was much farther away from the Lodge than it was at Wilderness Lodge. Perhaps it seemed longer because we were carrying Sis, but I could swear it is quite a bit farther.
Dix was especially impressed with the Animal Kingdom Lodge, but I didnt get the rush from it that I imagined I would. It is very, very nice, and the earthy natural African atmosphere definitely appealed to me, but it just didnt grab me like Wilderness Lodg. Still, Id love to stay there sometime, and have it on the top of my list, especially when the kids are older and appreciate the animals more.
We had a few minutes before our dinner, so we walked outside to look out over the savannah. Im not sure if we saw everything there is to see or if there is a much longer walk to be had, but we only saw a short viewing area before there was a wall inhibiting us from going any further. We didnt have time to find more of the viewing area, so next time we go back, well have to check that out.
Once we were seated at Boma, we laid Sis down on the seat beside us and started to eat. We all truly enjoyed the buffet, and had a fun time exchanging oohs and aahs with the older couple at the table next to us
And all the while, Sis slept.
Dix found a beef dish he liked, and put some on my plate to try. The instant I put it in my mouth, I knew the taste! A woman in Ethiopia named Ababa (flower) often made beef roast with cinnamon and vinegar. It was delicious, and though my mother tried to replicate it again and again in later years, it was never the same as Ababas.
Only Ababa could pull off beef coated in cinnamon and vinegar.
The Boma roast was very similar to Ababas. It wasnt exactly the same, but I recognized the cinnamon and vinegar combination, and I took two helpings.
I love humus, and was happy to see three separate yummy humus spreads. I thought the coffee was wonderful, and Dix and I had several cups with our desert. For me, the atmosphere of the restaurant and selection and quality of the food at Boma was perfect, and it is, without a doubt, my all-time favorite Disney restaurant. Dix enjoyed it as well, but he claims his favorite WDW restaurant to be the buffet at Hollywood & Vine at MGM. (How they can even be in the same league is beyond me!)
At any rate, we had a great, leisurely dinner. Boo enjoyed it as well, and as we were finishing up our coffee and deserts, Dix and I wondered what we would feed Sis that night. She would probably wake up on the way home, and we didnt have proper food in the room for her. Boma wouldnt allow us to take food home for her, which was understandable, so I figured wed have to just buy her something from the counter at the hotel. I had hoped she would eat a good meal at Boma, and wasnt looking forward to feeding her a hotdog or the like.
She must have read our minds, because as we were getting down to the last dessert on our plate, she woke. She was hungry! The server, with whom Steve and I had been discussing our what to feed Sis quandry, saw her wake and quickly brought a plate of spaghetti and vegetables before I could even get up. It was so nice of him! He had heard me mention to Dix that pasta would be much better for her than a hot dog.
She ate fairly quickly, and we were out of there in no time at all.
All in all, it was a great day. Animal Kingdom had been fun, and though the afternoon in the pool had been stressful, we had finished the day with a great meal.
Me, 34, mom and wife
Dix, 43, Great husband and dad
Boo, 5.25 year-old son who likes Way Dangerous Things
Sis, 2.25 year-old pony princess daughter
Flyboy, My brother, a pilot, age 29
Important trip items:
NOTE: Last night after reading my latest installment, my mom sent me the following clarification on how wet is too wet. Her words exactly were, I think too wet is when water is dripping off your eyelashes. Until then
you are just wet!!!!!
**************************************
The pool at Wilderness Lodge seemed nearly empty, despite the nice warm weather. Sis enjoyed the wading pool for a time, but then insisted on swimming in the big pool with her brother, and I regretted the fact that I had not thought to bring her floaties. No problem, though. Dix and I could just hold her in our arms.
After having conquered the awesome castle slide at Old Key West, Boo was anxious to get on the Wilderness Lodge slide, but first he had to overcome his distrust of whether it was too dark and scary. Dix and I took trial runs, and assured him that it was light the whole way, but Boo still wavered. He knew he could see a tunnel, and he was sure it was dark.
Caution is a personality trait that Boo shares with my brother Flyboy. As kids, Flyboy always had to check things out and think them over before he did anything. At age 6, before he took his first ride on the Tea Cups at Disney World, he stopped to look under the cups to study how they were attached. Only when he was sure that all was safe and sound and he wasnt going to go spinning off into the twilight zone did he board.
Even now, he still thinks through his actions like that. Perhaps that caution and thoughtfulness is what makes him a great pilot.
Boo is much the same as Flyboy, only he mixes in a little bit of fear into his thoughtfulness, and can work himself into quite a state. Dix and I try not to push him too hard, but we feel its important that he conquers that fear, especially when things really arent scary at all. That Wilderness Lodge slide is not in the least bit scary. In fact, it is as tame as they come.
Its so tame, Boo would later call it borin.
Once Boo finally tried it, he loved it, and he went down again and again. Sis and I stood near the bottom of the slide, cheering and yelling for Boo each time he came down. While we waited during of Boos runs, a smiling lifeguard approached me to tell me that Sis could go down the big slide too. We would just need to make sure that either Dix or I was at the bottom to catch her.
I looked at him doubtfully. Really?
Little kids go all the time, he said.
But shes just a toddler . I was doubtful. I couldnt see how such a little person could manage a slide that big, even if it was really tame. What if she didnt stay upright and flipped over onto her belly, face-first in the water? Would she know to lift her head and breathe, or would she be overwhelmed and confused as to what direction was air and suffocate in the water? I couldnt get the image out of my head of her lying down, face first, in the water all the way down that slide.
Sis had heard and understood every word the smiling lifeguard had said, and instantly became excited. She could go down the slide, too! She could go down the slide too! Dix also thought it was a fine idea and he was ready to launch her down the slide right then and there.
Can I slide down with her on my lap? I asked the lifeguard.
No, you can not do that, he said before I had hardly finished the question. Its against the rules.
Several women were standing nearby listening in on the conversation, staring right at me. I studied their faces for some sign that they, too, thought sending Sis down alone was a ridiculous idea, but they stood expressionless. Their faces said nothing, and I turned back to the lifeguard.
It really is okay, he said.
Perhaps I was overreacting. The lifeguard wouldnt bring it up if little kids didnt do it. Safety was his job, after all. But were we sure this lifeguard wasnt new on the job and so full of desire to spread pixie dust that he really wasnt realizing how small Sis was? I was tempted to ask him how long he had worked there, but didnt.
Instead, I relented, and handed Sis over to Dix. I knew she wouldnt be injured, and the time on the slide was so brief shed be in my arms in no time at all. Still, I didnt like it.
Sis and Dix walk-trotted to the top of the slide and when she started down, Dix yelled, Here she comes!
The next thing I heard was a CLUNK, CLUNK! Silence and then another CLUNK! It sounded like a basketball, and I cringed, knowing it was her head bouncing off that stupid slide. That is a terrible, terrible sound! Im not sure how long it took her to come down. Fifteen seconds, maybe? But for me it seemed like an eternity. Finally, she whipped into sight, lying on her back, head first, and moving fast! Somehow along the line she had gone from sitting upright to lying on her back, head coming first. Her face was wet, so it had obviously been in the water at one point or another.
I swooped her up in my arms. She had been smart enough not to breathe and was still holding her breath when I grabbed her. When she saw me, she took a big breath of air.
Then she cried real live crocodile tears.
She cried the cry kids get when they are really scared and hurt and their voices actually tremble as they cry.
She had hit her head and it hurt, but mostly she was scared. I held her in my arms and gave Dix a glare, fighting back my own tears. He was checking out her head, so he didnt see my eyes, but Im sure he felt them. I wanted to blame him for pushing me into this, but I knew in my heart that it wasnt just him. I had let myself cave into pressure from Dix, the lifeguard, and the expressionless ladies at the side of the pool who probably could have cared less whether my sweet Sis went down that slide or not.
It was no ones fault but my own.
And Dixs. I glared at him again.
It is now four months later, neither Dix nor I can remember the exact rules of that slide, so Im hesitant to report the following, as my memory isnt exactly clear. I think the lifeguard may have told us that we could (or should?) have laid her down and sent her down the slide on her back rather than sitting up. Or perhaps the lifeguard didnt say that, and someone else did. At any rate, I remember it being discussed, and I remember the lifeguard being part of the discussion.
During this conversation, I had no intention of Sis going again, but she had completely stopped crying when she realized wasnt going to be permitted to go again. This seemed to upset her worse than the initial ride had! She was totally distressed, and was doing everything in her two-year-old power to be allowed to go again. I couldn't believe she would possibly want to go again, and questioned if it was simply because Boo liked that slide, and she wanted to do what Boo was doing.
It was intense! The entire episode had been intense, and I wondered why we werent having a nice, relaxing day by the pool. This is not what we had planned for the day. I knew the lifeguard was just trying to be nice, and I appreciated that, but I wished he hadn't said anything about Sis sliding in the first place.
Peas, peas, peas . She begged me in her most convincing voice.
Again, I wavered. If the trick were to lay her down, shed probably be fine. I was sure the reason she had hit her head before was because she fell from and upright sitting position to prone position as she rounded a corner.
But what was to say she wouldnt flip over and ride down face- first in the water?
She had known to hold her breath before, so she wouldnt drown. At the very worst, she may get scared again, but she wouldnt get physically injured.
Shell be fine lying down, the smiling lifeguard said.
(In hindsight, I think that the lifeguard was correct that toddlers go down that slide, but Im willing to bet the majority of them have lifejackets on that slow them down, protect their heads around corners, and cushion the ride a bit. It took me until later to realize this.)
Reluctantly, I agreed again, but this time I would send her down the slide myself and Dix would wait for her at the bottom. The ladies at the side of the pool watched me slowly get out with her and unhappily start toward the slide. They were still expressionless, and I no longer gave a bit of care to what they thought or didnt think.
Nothing to see here, folks.
When we got to the top, I laid Sis in the water, flat on her back, feet first. She crossed her arms over her rounded belly and looked me in the face. She looked scared, and kept trying to lift her head up.
No, Sissy, if you do this, you have to lie down, I told her, all the while not wanting to let go of her.
She lay her head back down and I watched the water rushing along the sides of her body. It looked so fast, and her body looked so small, and the really tame slide suddenly looked way too steep. I imagined how fast shed go now that she was prone, and wondered what in the world was going to protect her head when she went around the corners. Wouldnt her head drag? She wasnt strong enough to hold her head up like Boo would be able to if he went down on his back. Instead, her head would simply lay directly on the slide and flop, scrape and bounce with her movements.
I couldn't let go of her.
I couldnt send her down.
I heard Dix yell. Where is she?
Just a minute! I yelled back, trying to mask my stress and frustration.
Just give me a minute, Dix. For crying out loud...
I picked her up out of the water. She thought I was sitting her upright, and quickly hustled into a sitting position. She looked so relieved to not be lying down.
I shook my head. I couldnt send her that way, either! I knew shed bang her head again, for sure. I stared at her, not wanting to tell her she now couldnt go. What kind of crazy mindgame would that be for her?
Yes, sweetheart you can go.
No, sweetheart, you cant.
Well, maybe you can .
No, no you cant .
The poor thing!
Finally I made a quick decision. Knowing I was breaking the rules, I sat down, plunked her on my lap, and down the slide we went. Our ride down together was even slower than mine had been alone, the reason being the additional weight, I assume. There was nothing fast, dangerous, or scary whatsoever about our ride down. It was just a gentle swoosh. Sis was happy, and I was relieved.
Dix was waiting at the bottom to catch Sis and smiled in surprise as he saw us come down together. He threw his hands out in exaggeration as if he were going to catch us both.
How could I stay mad or frustrated at Dix?
But the lifeguard was mad at me, or so it seemed. After I handed Sis off to Dix, I looked up at the lifeguards face.
He was no longer smiling.
I walked through the water to his chair, and looked up at him. I could hardly see him in the sunshine, and I squinted and grimaced my face to protect my eyes. Sorry about that, I said. I know I wasnt supposed to do it, but I got up there and I couldnt bear to send her down like that. I was sure her head was going to get hit again.
I waited for him to say something like, Lots of other kids do it! but he didnt. Instead, he nodded yes and looked away. Then he mumbled something I didnt hear, and I asked him to repeat it.
Im not supposed to SEE you doing that, he said, and smiled, though never meeting my eyes.
I knew exactly what he meant. He couldnt give me his blessing to break the rules, but he really wasnt upset. He neednt worry; I had no plans to keep doing it. In fact, I wanted Sis to completely forget about that slide.
I had to chuckle at the silliness of the situation. I felt ten-years-old again standing under that chair, squinting to look up at the lifeguard at the pool while we discussed my delinquency. There I was, at age 34, breaking the rules! Any one of my friends or family would tell you that is totally out of my character. I am a rule follower!
I love rules!
Not that day, though.
That day I was a rebel.
*************************************
We had decided to have dinner at Boma at the Animal Kingdom Lodge that night. Dix had returned the rental car to the Car Care Center while the kids and I cleaned up after swimming. In order to get to the AKL, we first took a bus to the Animal Kingdom, and then a bus from there to the Animal Kingdom Lodge. It was a quick trip, and didnt take as long as I thought it would.
Sis fell asleep during the second bus ride and we carried her into the Animal Kingdom Lodge, commenting along the way that it seemed like the bus stop at AKL was much farther away from the Lodge than it was at Wilderness Lodge. Perhaps it seemed longer because we were carrying Sis, but I could swear it is quite a bit farther.
Dix was especially impressed with the Animal Kingdom Lodge, but I didnt get the rush from it that I imagined I would. It is very, very nice, and the earthy natural African atmosphere definitely appealed to me, but it just didnt grab me like Wilderness Lodg. Still, Id love to stay there sometime, and have it on the top of my list, especially when the kids are older and appreciate the animals more.
We had a few minutes before our dinner, so we walked outside to look out over the savannah. Im not sure if we saw everything there is to see or if there is a much longer walk to be had, but we only saw a short viewing area before there was a wall inhibiting us from going any further. We didnt have time to find more of the viewing area, so next time we go back, well have to check that out.
Once we were seated at Boma, we laid Sis down on the seat beside us and started to eat. We all truly enjoyed the buffet, and had a fun time exchanging oohs and aahs with the older couple at the table next to us
And all the while, Sis slept.
Dix found a beef dish he liked, and put some on my plate to try. The instant I put it in my mouth, I knew the taste! A woman in Ethiopia named Ababa (flower) often made beef roast with cinnamon and vinegar. It was delicious, and though my mother tried to replicate it again and again in later years, it was never the same as Ababas.
Only Ababa could pull off beef coated in cinnamon and vinegar.
The Boma roast was very similar to Ababas. It wasnt exactly the same, but I recognized the cinnamon and vinegar combination, and I took two helpings.
I love humus, and was happy to see three separate yummy humus spreads. I thought the coffee was wonderful, and Dix and I had several cups with our desert. For me, the atmosphere of the restaurant and selection and quality of the food at Boma was perfect, and it is, without a doubt, my all-time favorite Disney restaurant. Dix enjoyed it as well, but he claims his favorite WDW restaurant to be the buffet at Hollywood & Vine at MGM. (How they can even be in the same league is beyond me!)
At any rate, we had a great, leisurely dinner. Boo enjoyed it as well, and as we were finishing up our coffee and deserts, Dix and I wondered what we would feed Sis that night. She would probably wake up on the way home, and we didnt have proper food in the room for her. Boma wouldnt allow us to take food home for her, which was understandable, so I figured wed have to just buy her something from the counter at the hotel. I had hoped she would eat a good meal at Boma, and wasnt looking forward to feeding her a hotdog or the like.
She must have read our minds, because as we were getting down to the last dessert on our plate, she woke. She was hungry! The server, with whom Steve and I had been discussing our what to feed Sis quandry, saw her wake and quickly brought a plate of spaghetti and vegetables before I could even get up. It was so nice of him! He had heard me mention to Dix that pasta would be much better for her than a hot dog.
She ate fairly quickly, and we were out of there in no time at all.
All in all, it was a great day. Animal Kingdom had been fun, and though the afternoon in the pool had been stressful, we had finished the day with a great meal.
Second, the most selfish reason, I get to enjoy your beautiful writing. 
for Disney World!
) so were interested to see it. But although the theming was great we felt it was a bit dark inside. Or maybe it was because we fancied a beer but the bar wasn't open for another 1/2 hour 
You can make my laugh,cry and wish for magic all in a matter of 5 min. of reading. Two thumbs up. 
I had really missed your reports so its nice to catch up with you all. Will look out for part 6, but please don't be so long this time 
