Tuesday, August 29th, Day 2 of 6, DFs school and Epcot
Now I know that we had a wake up call for 7:30am, but I was up at 6:00am. I was too excited and nervous to sleep.

You see, today was a very important day for the two of us, as it was going to be the first time that we saw the school that DF is planning on attending. So, at 6:00am, I was worried about a hundred things. Is he going to like it, am I going to like it, I hope he likes it, I hope that we play well, I hope that it isnt so hot that we cant play well
You get the picture. I looked over at DF and he was sound asleep. I nudged him to wake up and got a grunt and his back turned on me. So it looked like I was on my own.
I got up quietly and crept to the bathroom. This is when I had my first pains of remorse over not staying at a nicer resort. There was no coffee maker. And I tripped over my suitcase on the way to the bathroom, as the room was so small. Anyway, I turned on the shower and stood under the hot water.
That out of the way, I laid back down to hopefully catch a nap before we really HAD to get up. Next thing I knew the phone was ringing. Dave didnt budge so I leaned over him to grab the phone. And I started to laugh. It was Stitch. GOOD MORNING! NO SLEEPING! HAHAHAHA! And then a lady came on, Sorry folks, Stitch must have escaped form the park!

This would become my fave part of getting up in the morning, the wake up calls. Its a nice, magical touch.
Now DF was up and brushing his teeth so I could finish getting ready without worrying that he would go back to sleep. By about 8:50am we were all ready to go. Nervous
check, anxious
check, purse
check, clubs
check, golf shoes
check, wallet and room key
check and check. So off we trek down to the lobby. I couldnt believe how many people were already at the pool. There were little kids with their parents everywhere. As I was staring at them in wonder, they were staring back at the two of us. And I know what they were thinking. Its too hot to go golfing.

Theyre nuts! Or maybe they were admiring my new hot pink skirt with coordinating white polo tee. I dont know.
Once in the lobby, we knew that we had to find our own transportation to this golf course, as it isnt Disney owned. The school itself is associated with Disney, in that the students get to play their courses as part of their daily round, but as it was off property, we had to pay for the cab over. There were a few waiting at the front so I wandered over to one of them and asked if he would bring us to Orange County National Golf Course. He looked a little confused so I showed him the address. Then he asked me if it was a Disney course.

This should have been my first clue. So, he says that he is pretty sure where it is and he opens the trunk for our clubs. We get in and he gets on the phone. His English isnt that great, so we get handed the phone to tell the lady the address. At this point I should have jumped out of the car and walked there, it would have been more convenient.

Anyway, he seems to know where he is going at this point so we leave the resort property and head down one of the highways. Next thing we know, he is stopping on the side of the highway to call again!
Now Im only mildly irritated at this point, as we have about 50min before we have to meet Jim, the Director of the program at the school. I figure that we would get there at about 9:30am and be able to wander the pro shop for a bit before heading down to see him for 10am. Well, three toll roads, one dead end, two turn arounds, one near accident, a cabbie telling me to be patient, and 50, yes, 50 min later, we were pulling into the driveway of this course.

There was a sign that pointed you towards the school and one that pointed you towards the clubhouse, and this guy insisted that we go to the clubhouse, even though we pointed him towards the school. He just kept saying that, We go to clubhouse? We didnt argue at that point. He turned off the meter about a half hour before as it was creeping up on $60, and ended up asking for $40. I was seething.

I just got out and walked in. Not such a great start to what should have been a Disney day. But, this was our first lesson that we added to our What I Learnt a Disney List.

#1: Not all cabbies know where they are going.
As DF lugged the clubs in, I was starting to cool off. Literally. This place had a beautiful clubhouse, very nicely done up. I guess that it has to be as it is home to the PGA Tour Q-School qualifying events, which is where people qualify for their tour card so that they can play in the PGA tournament events. The nice guys at the desk called us a golf cart to take us down to meet Jim. It was 10:10am and I felt bad that we were late.
Good for us that he didnt seem to notice, as he seemed kind of upset over another event.

A new semester was starting and his assistant died suddenly, leaving them at a loss. He was actually leaving shortly to go to the funeral. That said, he was very nice, a larger man with a red face and a big smile when he realized who we were. He told us that he had booked a tee time for us on Crooked Cat for 11:00am and that he would like to talk to us after we played.
Back up to the clubhouse we go, and out to the range to hit a bucket of balls. We were both hitting them really good and I knew that we would have a great round. So, 11am comes and we head over to the first tee. A young kid asked us where we were from and looked at us like I said the moon when I told him Ontario, Canada.

Thats reeeelly far from here aint it? Off we go, Dave teeing up first. Our GPS wasnt working so that was a bummer as we were looking forward to using it.
Once we got going, we couldnt believe how beautiful this course was. Nothing like what we have here in Essex County. Some of the features of Crooked Cat were considerable elevation changes, rolling fairways and large, contoured greens. But with fewer trees than a lot of courses, wider landing areas, native heather and mounding framing the fairways, Crooked Cat has more of a links-style look. It may well be the most beautiful course that we have played together. DF played from the back tees so he could just rip it off the tee. Exactly what he likes. I on the other hand played from the forward tees, NOT the lady tees as they are sometimes called.

We both noticed that the back nine was significantly harder than the front, because each hole is SO long. Even the par 3s were 200+ yards. I liked the course because they had bathrooms along the way, I got a significant advantage from my tees, and the cart girl was sufficiently efficient. They even came around at about the 11th tee to offer us a mango-scented towel, which will forever be a long-standing joke between us.
When all was said and done, Dave

shot a 79 and I

shot 100, which is about where we usually are.

We headed back down to see Jim, who took more time with us, showing us around and answering our questions. The only thing that I was disappointed with was that there were no students there to talk to. I guess that I thought there would be more going on. But, I already had found out a few weeks prior that I had gotten my dates wrong because we wouldnt be able to play in a tournament like I thought we would, as it was the next week. It was a miscommunication between the school and us. Oh well.
Now we had to find our way back to the resort, which meant that we had to find a cab that knew where the course was AND knew how to get back. Maybe too much to ask. Lucky for us, Jim offered to drive us back into Orlandos Disney area, as he had a long drive home in that direction anyway.

It was nice to get to ride with him, as we learnt a little more about himself and his family, as well as the schools various events and classes. Imagine our surprise when the ride only took 12 min back. Honestly, 12 min, I timed it. And it took us over an hour to get there. At that point, I could laugh

at it but Im still shaking my crowned head even now as I write this.
So it was about 4 pm when we got back to the resort. We both were sticky and not feeling so fresh, as it was really hot, sunny and humid that day. Again, Im not complaining. We showered, I redid my makeup (yes, I wear a little makeup even while on vacation!), and changed clothes to head out for dinner. While I did all of that, Dave showered quickly and took a quick nap. This would become our daily afternoon routine, which suited us just fine. I found that we felt better after showering and resting a bit so that we could still enjoy our evenings out.
Before we left though, we made a quick phone call home to our kids. Well, not human kids, but two furry ones, a Himalayan named Lexie and a Siamese named Liam. Meaghan, one of our friends, was house sitting and cat sitting for us and we needed to check in to make sure that mainly the kids were OK. We were very grateful to her for watching them because thats always our greatest worry when going away. She did a great job being a substitute mom and we felt much better after talking to her that afternoon.
We left the room to head over to Epcot at about 5 pm, right on schedule. I pulled one of my 3 copies out of my purse to make sure. When we got back to the resort, it was still beautiful outside. When we left to go back to the bus stop, the sky was getting blacker and blacker by the second. I started to worry, because Ernesto was suppose to hit the area that day or the next. I was totally bummed that it was quite possibly going to ruin our night. And the next day for that matter. But, DF said not to worry and was trying to be positive about the situation so I had to cheer up for him. We got onto the bus anyway, and headed out to the highway. Next thing you know, it just pours, rain was just dumping on the bus. You could barely see out the windows.
Pulling up to the bus station, you could see all kinds of people pulling out ponchos and opening umbrellas, trucking off to the park entrance. At the same time, people were pouring out of the parks, crying kids and Mickey bags in tow. What to do, what to do. So, we ran for it, making a beeline for the gift shop that is just outside the gates. It seemed that everyone had the same idea, as there had to be 20 wet people stuffed into this little gift shop, all waiting in line for the same thing. We finally made our way up to the counter and bought two ponchos and an umbrella. $30 later we were ready for anything. Bring it on Ernesto! The ponchos were clear with a Mickey on the back and the umbrella was black with the same print of Mickey on it. Very stylish.
As we head out of the store, I open the umbrella, waiting to be soaked from the rain, the second offender who was threatening to ruin my Disney day. And instead I was greeted with sunshine and hot, humid air. I looked at DF and we both laughed.

Go figure. Shoving our ponchos into my already full purse, we headed into the park, relieved that I didnt insist on turning back to avoid the rain. DF

said that I should listen to him more often, as he was ALWAYS right.
