With the sun rolling high through the sapphire sky, we finally find our way in the Circle of Life.
Or at least the front door of the Animal Kingdom Lodge.
We pull up with music blaring and hopes soaring.
Since this was our first experience staying at a deluxe, we were totally pumped and beyond ready to check out the resort. We were also pretty curious as to how much better this place could be as opposed to the moderates. Which we love.
In other words, since we dropped some extra cash to kick it up a notch, we were hoping to be blown away.
And we werent disappointed.
We case the joint and instead of immediately whipping into a parking place, we casually drive up to the valet. Thats right. You heard me. Okay, thats wrong. Technically, you read me. But we did valet park our ride this trip. Not every time, but a good bit of the time. Much more than we did last year anyway.
When in Rome.
Anyway, we get a gander and are in total awe of this place.
One of the first things I notice is that the light fixtures hanging above us are seriously bigger than our minivan. Heck, those suckers are bigger than the kids bathroom at home. But they're
so cool. I secretly vow to hang a couple of those suckers in my driveway once I hit it big and win the lottery.
Right after I actually play it.
Yeah, were rednecks. It doesnt take a lot to impress us. Just hang some gigantic light fixtures above a forty foot tall covered driveway and youve got our attention.
We tell the valet that we are checking in. Since were arriving so early, we know that our room wont be ready. So our gameplan is to park the van, check in, get our tickets, enjoy our day and come back to unpack the van once our room is ready later on that afternoon.
We inform the valet of The Gameplan and he (very courteously) directs us to the temporary parking area. Its right beside the building and directly across from the handicapped spaces. Such a smart idea, that temporary parking. If they had temporary parking at POR, I dont remember it. Of course I also dont remember Plan B so take that with a grain of salt.
We smile as DH kicks it on in.
We honestly couldnt have asked for better weather for our first day at Disney. Its actually warming up very nicely. We hear birds chirping as we hop out and begin our extremely short walk towards the resorts front doors. From temporary parking.
Were feelin good.
Since it was a Saturday, there were tons of people milling around the resort that day. You might even call it bustling. Whatever that means. We smile at the other guests and greet them as we pass by.
Hello. How are you? Were not just coming for breakfast, you know. We belong here, we tell them with our eyes.
Who gives a rip?! they yell at us with theirs.
From what I could tell, there were lots of people checking out right about the time we were checking in that day. They had their SUVs and minivans backed up and were doing the assembly line thing to get all their luggage and plastic Mickey Pants bags loaded. They were hard at it but every now and then, theyd take a break from their packing to look up and scream obscenities at us with their eyes.
Just their eyes.
Then theyd say We dont know you but dont come bringing your dumb smiling faces and your sweet little Disney packet of confirmation junk and lame Tinkerbell luggage tags around me or Im gonna take you down to Chinatown, you stinkin sorry newbies.
What was that about?
Could it be that we were on the receiving end of some severe cases of Disneyfreude?
Surely not. Thats not supposed to come into play until
were the ones packing up and leaving.
I have to say this was the first time wed ever noticed people actually looking mean and nasty while they wheeled their luggage carts around and bid the Mouse farewell as were were preparing to tell him hello.
Of course, this was also the first trip we had made since ZZUB introduced the term Disneyfreude into our collective lexicon. Maybe we noticed it this time around because we were just now able to recognize the tell tale signs of it reflected in the green eyes of strangers. For the first time, we understood that
we could actually be the people
they loved to hate merely because our vacation was beginning and theirs was ending.
Or else they were all going into Zebra Dome withdrawals.
Come to think of it, that seems more likely.
Whatever the reason, I do know that we got lots of hostile stares and glares as we made our way into the AKL that morning. It was definitely a rough crowd. Undeterred, we throw them all the Loser sign, push our way past potential felons, and find ourselves standing in the cavernous lobby of the resort.
The awesome size and detail of this place just amazes us. Were in agreement. This place is
fine.
Plus they have really cool massive light fixtures in here as well. That's a plus. Just look at those suckers. They'd look so awesome in the living room.
Of our imaginary mansion.
Yes, it's definitely fine. And although the lights are gigantic, we notice that they give off little to no illumination at all.
In other words, it's surprisingly dark.
In fact, as we walk out of the blinding Florida sunlight and into the darkness of the cave that is AKL, our visibility immediately drops to zero.
We blink a few times to try to force our eyes to adjust to the lighting but its no use.
The kids bump into each other. I bump into a column and DH pretends he doesnt know any of us.
We feel around behind us for some walls and are horrified to find there are none. We then decide the best plan of action is to drop down to our knees and crawl up to the front desk. On the way there, we bump into the Keeper of the Check In Line who helps us up, scolds us publicly, and directs us to the back of the line.
And then smiles really big and welcomes us to the Animal Kingdom. And heres the kicker. He hopes we enjoy our stay.
Thats the thing about Disney CMs. Even when theyre getting onto you, theyre nice.
Unless youre using flash photography on Stitch and then its a whole different ballgame.
After a few minutes, our eyes are able to adjust to the lighting and were good to go.
From the moment we walked through the front door, we had been taking in the smell of the place. No, not that smell. That one comes later. Dont worry. Ill warn ya. Or will I?
Anywho, if youve ever been to AKL, you know what Im talking about.
Theres a sweet, woodsy smell that just emanates from the place. Its absolutely wonderful and by the end of the week, it smelled like coming home to us. I actually asked one of the CMs in the gift shop one day if he could tell me what the smell was.
You have to be very specific when asking that question in Disneyworld.
I had read somewhere that they burned certain types of wood in the firepit and that was what gave off the aroma. I was curious as to which ones it was. Yes, Im a full blown Disney geek. But I claim it. I own it. And dont laugh too soon. Cause youre reading this mess when you could be out for a run or something. So guess what? That means youre one too.
Anyway, when I asked the little guy what the smell was, his response to me was Dot de Disney Mogic.
Translation: I have no idea what that smell is, lady. I just work here. Gimme a freakin break. Are you gonna buy that mug or are you just gonna stand there and look at it?
So as I stand in line and breathe in de Disney Mogic, my mind turns to the task at hand.
When we booked the room, we booked a standard view. Standard room, standard view. The jump in price from standard to savannah was pretty steep and since this was our first foray into the deluxe arena, we were just thrilled to even be there. Standard was beyond cool. Then one day my dear husband went to allearsnet and pulled up the pictures of the bunkbed savannah view rooms. The kids saw the pictures and immediately worked themselves into a bunkbed lovin frenzy just at the thought of it. They were drooling over those bunkbeds and talking about seeing animals in the backyard when they woke up in the morning.
They had gotten their hopes up.
So we have the talk with the kids.
We tell them to not expect bunkbeds in the room, and to definitely not expect to see animals from the balcony. We tell them we can always just walk out back to the overlooks to see them whenever we feel like it. The important thing is that we would be there. In Disney. Together. Whether we looked out onto a parking lot or had a room without bunkbeds didnt matter. I reminded them that we should count our many blessings and just be happy to be there.
They quieted down for a minute and I was proud of us. We had given them food for thought. Their little wheels were turning, I could tell. We had passed along some sage advice to our children and they were taking it in like the little sponges that they are.
It wasnt long before the boy piped up.
Mom?
Yes, son?
Can I have the top bunk?
So much for sage advice.
I remember reading some tips right before we left on our trip. One of the many good tips I read that day mentioned the fact that AKL is normally a pretty upgrade happy resort and that it wouldnt hurt to ask for an upgrade at check in. In other words, although there were certainly no guarantees, there was a chance that we might be able to score a bunkbed room. Or possibly even a savannah view.
Dare we even allow ourselves to think it?
So as we stood in line and the kids practiced their sad faces (we told them to do that for effect) my husband and I worked out our (my) game plan.
As we round the corner and are waiting for the next CM to beckon us over, DH turns to me and says Okay, La, youre up. Look, work your magic. Offer em cash. Youve got free reign to flirt. Call in some backup if you need to. Whatever. Just get those kids some bunkbeds. Make it happen.
Then he does his best Bela Karolyi impression and yells You can DO IT! and slaps me on the butt.
Oh, the pressure.
Next
We step up, tell them our name, and as if on autopilot, I throw out a sly How YOU doin? complete with head bob and half grin.
The two chicks at the counter ignore me.
One keeps typing stuff on her little computer while the other one tells her what to type. They seem awfully busy and I hate to interrupt the productive little teamwork thing theyve got going on. DH nudges me. I open my mouth and dive head first into my prepared statement. Before I can even get to the word bunk bed, Fastest Fingers in the SouthEast tells us our room is ready.
Without even looking up.
Huh? That wasnt supposed to happen.
I tell her that although shes already assigned us a room and were thankful that its ready, the kids really have had their hearts set on a bunk bed room and if theres any way possible we could get one, we would be eternally grateful.
Ive already upgraded you she says.
Excuse me? I ponder.
Yes maam. Youve been upgraded to a Savannah view room with bunkbeds she counters.
And your room is ready, the other one adds.
DH and I look at each other in amazement.
Now thats what Im talkin about. She did it before I even asked!
Mama like.
She hand us our cards and various paperwork. She then circles our room on the map. Were on the Kudu Trail overlooking the Sunset Savannah.
We grin big goofy grins and thank them profusely. Then we turn and do the chest bump thing. This time it was me and DH. Not the kids. The kids opted for the Cabbage Patch this time.
We decide since our room is already ready, well get moved in, head over to the Mara for lunch and then hit Typhoon Lagoon after that.
Were psyched and ready to get going.
My husband decides to go out and deal with the bellman and the luggage on his own and tells us to just hang out and explore the lobby while hes gone. I agree quickly because even though weve been married for eleven years and have two kids together, he occasionally needs to be reminded what a foolish decision it was to marry an overpacker.
At any rate, Im thankful for the offer because I dont want to be anywhere near that poor bellman when he realizes how much crap we brought with us. In fact, Im guessing DH told me to hang out inside just so he can drag my good name through the mud in privacy once the poor guy opens the hatch and goes into shock.
But its all good cause the kids and I get to explore while DH deals with the luggage.
Sucker.
We walk around the lobby and look at the firepit. Very nice.
We check out the funny looking statue made out of cloth and sticks. Very interesting.
We head into the gift shop and browse for a few minutes. Very expensive.
Okay, I didn't take a picture of the Zawadi Marketplace. So sue me. I didn't want to look like
too much of a dork. Although considering the fact that I did take pictures of the food on my plate (as you'll soon find out), I think it's safe to say my feet are firmly planted in Dorkville, USA.
We stroll around a little longer. I wanted to wait for my husband before I let the kids get their first view of the animals. I didnt want him to miss their reactions so we (I) decide to find a couch in the lobby and we cop a squat.
And wait.
While we were waiting, Bono found what he was looking for, Guns n Roses ran out of patience, and the Baha Men finally figured out who let the dawgs out.
I start to get a little worried that maybe weve missed him. Maybe he had already come back in and I didnt see him. It was entirely possible considering the fact that I could barely see my hand in front of my face. We (I) decide to head out front to check and see if hes still out there.
Yep, hes still out there. Still in the unloading zone.
I spot the van right off and we walk up to my husband.
Its at this point that I catch my first glance of the bellman. Bless his heart. He looked to be a strapping man, tall and of sturdy build. But the man was sweating like you wouldnt believe. He looked stressed for some unknown reason. I walked up right about the time that he shoved the last piece of luggage onto the cart and half expected to hear him complain. Like DH would have. But I was surprised that he immediately turned and took off inside as if our load was nothing but mere childs play to him. You would have thought it was light as a feather and nothing out of the ordinary. The man was run walking with our feather light load and I think I even saw him half smile at one point. It was hard to tell under all the sweat but still, I was impressed.
Not even the first snide comment.
Uh oh. They were being too courteous. We were in trouble. I was starting to feel spoiled.
DH then tells me to go on up to the room with the kids and he will meet me once hes gotten the car sitchated. He hands me the card key and a lil sumpm sumpm for the bellhops trouble. We knew we would need to tip him extra.
Good thing we had the foresight to bring a couple of our prize winning cattle and chickens from home for the occasion.
I follow Sweaty Boy inside and am surprised to see that he has wheeled our stuff to a little desk right inside the door.
He has abandoned it. Left it for the next schmuck. Passed the buck. Got the heck out of Dodge.
He tells me to go on up to the room and someone else will bring our luggage up. Okay, whatever. I hand him the reigns to the livestock and thank him for his help.
Then we head off to find our room.
We take off down the long hallway and follow the signs, looking for an elevator to take us up to the fourth floor.
The slightly curving hallway seems to be as long as a football field but we find plenty of distractions along the way to keep our minds off the walk. Ever so often, we come ujpon a large group of windows overlooking the savannah. Stationed at each section of windows is a very big and very comfortable animal print bench. Bench doesnt seem like the right word to use for these things because they actually seemed more like armless couches. As we pass each strategically placed bench, the kids must touch each and every one with their hinies, if only for two seconds. They sit down on it then jump right back up and exclaim This is the
COOLEST HOTEL IVE EVER SEEN IN MY
WHOLE TIRE LIFE! and giggle uncontrollably.
Then they run to the next section and repeat the scene all over again. The girl screams the boys name each time she spots something new and cool she likes.
They are completely enamoured of the place, needless to say. And so am I.
They had me at the light fixtures.
We finally locate the elevator. I push the up arrow because we want to go up and thats how these things work. Or so Ive been told. The elevator dings, the doors immediately open and we get our first glimpse of a group of people whose faces will soon become very familiar to us.
For reasons other than what you may be thinking.
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