First things first:
I don't know what happened to part 7! I went back in the trip report because I wanted to post a link to it in this chapter because of a reference below. My posts are in order, no skips, no missed comments, etc. I can't believe I skipped a whole chapter! Apparently, though, I did because it is in WORD but nowhere on here. SO...even though it is going to be out of order (so sorry everyone!), here is the previously-not-posted Chapter 7:Part 7, Day 2: It didnt pay to try to be clever with FastPass
We left the Castle and headed to Space to use our FastPasses. We were late, but felt sure wed have no problem. Wrooooong. Wrong. Wrong. The CM did not let us in with late FastPasses!! In fact, he looked at us like we had three heads when we asked! So, to all of you who count on that little tricky, your tricky days may be over. Or suspended. Or, just dont count on it, OK? I was shocked and speechless, which delighted the entire party. DH comforted me (the plan went awry!!!!!!!!!!) on the TTA, which was the closest we got to Space! Yes, we could have lied or begged. We could have waited for another CM or tried later. As it was, I pouted, felt guilty (couldnt FIX it for the group!!), then moved on. Lets just do that, shall we?
The majority of the group was up for a chili-dog burp so they headed to Stitch. Rookies. Im not a fan and had no intention of subjecting my darling six-year-old to that nonsense. He and I headed to the speedway (Go Carts, he calls them) where the line was too long. We shopped instead. Hes a hat man. He bought (he chose, I paid for) a Stitch hat. The group exited Stitch with resounding YUCKs.
By this time of day (early supper in the Souththats 5:30 for our Northern readers) we had seen a few good meltdowns. Im talking fall-out, red-faced, full-screaming, hit the pavement, stroller-twisting tantrums. I notice these because I am a mother and I have been there. I notice these because I feel sympathy for all involved, mostly the mother. I notice these because I want to tell the parents to take their children for a rest and it reminds me that I am glad we always take breaks from the parks midday when we can. I also notice--and we tallied--fights. Im talking venom-spewing, in-your-face, dont-care-whos-watching, youre wrong-and-Im-right fights. I notice these because I am a wife and I have been there, or close, on occasion. I notice these because I feel sympathy for all involved, mostly the wife, who is surely right. I notice these because I know that although Disney and vacation are magical, its not always perfect. Im happy to report we really didnt witness that many fights on this trip. Maybe people are good at hiding their venom. DH says I am not. We do have a mini-fight or two
Yadayadayada
we were cold and hungry so we answered the call of Cosmic Rays. were still trying to get the hang of maximizing the Dining Plan and feeding everyone what they like to eat. It wasnt our best evening. A spilled a bucket o popcorn on Rays clean floor, E had to go to thet bathroom as soon as we sat and I swear he and Mort were gone 25 minutes, and we were trying to make an evening plan given the falling temperature.
So we ate, rode some warm honey pots with Pooh, and headed back to the Poly. As we walked through the Castle we saw hundreds of cold folks waiting for Spectromagic. I felt sorry for them in their chill but mostly, I just didnt understand. No one looked like they were having fun waiting in the cold! I believe Id skip it.
We shared a Monorail car with some non-English speaking guests. When we reached the TTC, they were obviously debating an exit. I wish I spoke Spanish! One of the ladies finally grabbed the CookMaster and said, 61? 66? 6166? 6166!!! We said is that where your car is? 61 66! 61 66?? Over and over
We finally said YES! Si! Si! All cars (hand motions for cars) here. Get off! Adios! Ohhh, we felt so sorry and helpless for them. We so hope they found their car (if thats what they were looking for); the rest of the week the TTC and parking lot were known as 61 66.
Back at the Poly we savored our warm room, watched cartoons in bed, then opened our curtains just in time to see and hear the Electric Water Pageant float by with Wishes in the background. Life IS, indeed, good.
Fights witnessed: 6
Meltdowns witnessed: 3
Now, back to our story...
Part 18, still Day 8
I was so happy to see my boys when I returned from KTTK. They had not eaten lunch yet, so I offered to retrieve fare from Captain Cooks. Who knew that the South Seas held fried chicken, rice krispie treats, and cokes? I loaded up the grub trays (20 snack credits left!) and returned to the Poly beach to feed the ducks
and my men.
The lovely Poly beach has about 6 hammocks hanging from small shade trees. Shrek encouraged me to grab one while he and the boys played in the sand and showered. I grabbed my TGM folder (never enough planning) and claimed a hammock near our room. As I read, eavesdropped, and dozed, I was struck by a few smoking, cursing teens sharing our beach space. Call me a prude, but I wanted to tell these young men they were not allowed to speak that way on Walts Sacred Property. It just sounded so wrong! Who can curse with Cinderella Castle behind your head? I told Shrek it was like a Twilight Zone experience.
I did manage to fall asleep (I can sleep anywhere, anytime. Could close my eyes while typing this and catch a nap.) for a bit and was awakened by my three handsome, clean boys. They were ready to go to Epcot! It took me about 6.2 seconds to pack the Mickey bag and we were off to the TTC monorail.
I always enjoy the walk to the TTC. When we approach the station and that vast parking lot (61 66!! 61 66! See Part 7, page ), it just feels like adventure travel. The contrast between the lush Poly and the sleek TTC/monorail is quite noticeable. We feel like we are the locals who walk to the train and appear from nowhere via secret path. Does that make sense to anyone who has ever stayed at the Poly?
Our agenda this Epcot evening was the World Showcase. We had done Future World but barely explored the nations. I have to tell you some things about Epcot. It is my familys least favorite park. Ouch! That hurt! My fingers are shaking typing this, because I know many of you
adore Epcot. I am thrilled for you. I like it very much, but my boys usually rank it #4. Well, E ranks Studios #4 because he doesnt get to do as much there. No matter how we do it, they still see WS as a long walk with little thrill. This trip, I have to tell you, was MUCH better! We enjoyed it much more as a family.
We bypassed the Mexican River Rampage but veered off to get this mom a margarita at the cantina. Yummy yum. It felt strange, disloyal, hot-and-cold, to take my margarita to Norway, but Norwegian beer just doesnt do it for me. As we approached Norway I broached the Maelstrom Is A Fastpass subject. See, when we were there, this was hot Dis-news straight from Mels first trip report, which I was reading from print on this trip. I thought it would be funny to take a picture of us with our fastpasses, even though the wait time (30 minutes) was
exactly the same time as the fastpass return time. I do not understand people who get in the line when printing a fastpass will give you freedom to use the restroom, shop, ANYTHING but wait in a line! I suppose some folks had FPs for other attractions, but my guess is most were in the I-dont-understand-fastpass category. Whatever. We were first, people:
Then we shopped for a bit:
After the thrilling Viking adventure, E wanted to watch fellow Maelstromers through the window by the waterfall. He loved it!
My margarita finished, I felt safe entering beautiful China without alcohol or other contraband. Im just not sure about Sino-Mexican relations and did NOT want to cause any friction. I was sorry to see that homelessness has no boundaries as apparently Americans have resorted to sleeping on Chinese park benches:
We enjoyed the gardens and waited for the acrobats to begin their amazing show. Between that and Cirque du Soleil, I feel quite unfit, inflexible, and lazy. My boys, however, are inspired and continue their quest to perform small acrobatic feats:
Our mission in Germany involved a transaction in the candy store. My sister and her kids requested
one souvenir from The World. Not World Showcase; the entire 47 square mile ten day trip. Its name was: Coke Bottle gummies from Germany. Thats it. So A and I took on that mission while the greedy acquirers hit the other shops. I did succumb to my little fleas (A) request for chocolate pretzels before supper. I know, I know. Weak.
Coke gummies in hand, we found Shrek and E deep in soccer jerseys across the sidewalk. They were at the register paying for a too-big $30!!!!! jersey (poor dear has no clue about sizes
). I was not at all sure my picky child would wear it, but kept my mouth (sort of) shut. We decided to think about it and knew we could return it later if E changed his mind about wearing/liking it. You just never know. We headed out of Germany and I produced the chocolate covered pretzels. Any guesses how long it took E to smear chocolate on his white shirt? Youre exactly right. Then I saw the sly smile: Well, I could wear my new jersey
.
Even Shrek agreed it was too big so we trekked
back to Germany to exchange it. Of course, there were no other sizes SO he put it on over the chocolate shirt (to cover the deep V exposing his manly chest) and MOVED ON! Because
it was time for one of Mommys two pre-trip attraction requests: The American Adventure.
I was sooo excited. I had two NEW attractions for my family to visit this trip. I convinced Shrek we must do American Adventure. Can you believe weve NEVER done it? I checked the times guide and found we were just right to catch the show before our ADR at Le Cellier. Shrek gave the boys a speedy smile-and-do-this-for-your-mom-it-will-be-better-than-you-think speech and they hopped into the pavilion.
Note the jersey.
Guess what? It was broken. I mean down. Something. Not working. Out of order. Dark. Extinct. Unavailable.
That was the end of that. My disappointment was short-lived, because now they OWE me.
big
to keep me happy. They have not clued in that I am simply happy with their company
I forgot Japan. Sorry. We did stop there and saw, for the first time, The Candy Lady. That chick has some impressive finger tricks! I knew with the crowd we would never get a treat, but we did enjoy watching her and hearing her say the word candy 100,000 times. The Japanese department store, named 1647, whatever, was NEAT as a pin! We surveyed the tiny Japanese clothes and I teased A when I saw all the Pokemon. He used to love that stuff. He denies it, of course. I have the horrid song stuck in my head to prove it and embarrass him now by singing it and waving odd figurines in his face. Shrek says I still owe him for making him take A to those movies while I stayed home with the baby. Worked every time.
We moved on around the Showcase and found the garden maze in Britain. I parked Shrek on a bench to watch the boys play as I suspected the stores would be full of David Beckham jerseys. Be still my heart. I DO hope that charming Brits wife is a better wife that one might suspect from an over-indulged kitchen condiment. As much as this Mom would have loved to see that heartthrobs name on my dear son, buff budding soccer superstar, we had invested enough (coinage AND time) in the international football market for one day.
Anyway, the boys loved the green in the back of Britain. I loved the shops and feeling I was across the pond. It made me feel connected, in fact, to my dear friend who was, that same week, in jolly old England. The Thomas the Tank engine trains remind me of As first loves: Clarence, Sir Topham Hat, Skarloey, Percy, and Rusty. Where did the years go?
It was time for the friendly people of Canada and Le Cellier! A has cracked me up this trip by becoming a cheese plate connoisseur. E was just happy with the glow cube drink.
I cant believe we made it this long without buying him one. I was happy with a Torontopolitan, and Shrek was happy with the big piece of grilled steak on his plate. It was an excellent dinner and reminded me why we continue to keep this restaurant on our always ADR list.
Time for a decision: Illuminations or not. You people probably dont understand The Fixers at all. That makes me feel sad because I appreciate every one of you reading this and I am afraid to tell you we skipped it. We LIKE it. We just dont LOVE it more than we loved the idea of getting back to the Poly and watching Wishes from our beds!
Look at the pixie dust we had walking back from the TTC (hustle! bustle! sleek!) through the dim Poly paths
the Electric Water Pageant:
One last shot of the peaceful, near-empty volcano pool reminded me of the many guests there earlier now tucked in their beds:
Our beds and an open curtain allowed us to see Wishes while we set a wake-up call for another day of magic ahead
Day 8 totals: Meltdowns 6
Fights-only one!
I sincerely
thank you all for reading about our trip! We still have two more days, and I thank you for every comment and word of encouragement. Maybe it's just me, but writing these chapters takes longer than I thought!