Over the course of our trips to Orlando (in particular, the four latter in which we have stayed offsite), we have sampled many of the local mini golf courses that the city has to offer. Thus far, we had enjoyed a round at Pirates Cove, Hawaiian Rumble, Gator Golf, and Volcano Island (all four of which are located on International Drive), Congo River in Kissimmee, and the onsite pirate-themed course at Westgate Lakes Resort & Spa. Its a favourite family past-time, and one we try to enjoy on each and every vacation (regardless of the specific destination).
My personal preference of the above list is Congo River: for the immersive theming, the music throughout the course that makes you want to dance as you move from hole to hole, the extra treasure hunt on each course (which earns you a bonus scratch-off card following the completion of your 18th hole), and the gators. Yes, Im a gator girl. Nothing says Florida to me more than palm trees and alligators. So deciding on Congo River as our course of choice for this evening was easy, considering the guys like golfing there as much as I do. Their competitive personalities were alive and well. They were ready to hit the green.
Since we golfed this particular location on our Christmas vacation, we opted to complete the opposite course from our last visit. Either side is a good choice (I believe they are coined the Stanley and Livingston courses) with interesting holes that pose a challenge without exceeding my frustration levels. I am happy to report that I think I only earned myself one six-stroke embarrassment this evening
.which is pretty darn good for me

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Throughout the course, the lead switched regularly from Steve to Jake and back again. The competition was intense. I was caught dancing to the music on more than one occasion. Or enjoying those every-prevalent photo ops. What can I say? Its a sickness.
At the end of the course, the winner was declared
and it was Steve, again

. Poor Jake. He was soooo close.
I dont want to talk about my score

. Wheres the gators??
Ah yes, the alligators. We got our bag of gator food (one wiener, chopped into pieces) and a pole and headed to the gator pen. They saw us coming and got a little excited, climbing out of the cool water and onto the sand to get ready for their snack.
Each of us took a turn or two with the pole, trying desperately to reward the little patient ones over the grabby and aggressive fellows. Steve, my farm-boy-turned-city-slicker, did the pole baiting honours because Jake and I were a little grossed out by gator slobber

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One the gator food had been gobbled up (and Steve vowed that next time, we would bring our own wieners and stretch the experience out a little longer) Jake spied this sign:
Mom, you want to feed the koi?.
To which I answered
..I am not sure I have any quarters. Let me go get some change.
He starts digging in his pockets. No, dont
..I have a million of them!.
So he and Steve start feeding quarter after quarter into the little dispenser until we have fistfuls of fish food forced into every nook and cranny of our hands . The fish knew exactly what was coming and they were immediate up to the surface, slurping and sloshing about just waiting for the first morsel s to hit the water. Jake tosses a wad into the centre of the colour mass of fish bodies and a feeding frenzy ensued:
Turns out the boy DID have a ton of quarters, so we enjoyed this little activity for quite a while. I bet we spent between $4 and $5 on fish food, but it was fun to watch and stretched out a fun family evening a little longer
which was A-OK with me.
Eventually darkness set in and we made the pilgrimage back to the Vistana. Another blissful summer night in the Super Pool, and we headed to bed at a reasonable hour. For our final full day in Orlando, we had reservations for breakfast with four old friends
Lilo, Stitch, Pluto, and the Main Mouse himself!
