Done with our basic dealings in Canada, but still not having seen O Canada or the inside of the Canada gift shop, or really, any other part of Canada except Le Cellier and kidcot, it occurred to us that we had a lot of ground to cover if we were going to see all of the World Showcase today. Thus, it was tacitly agreed that we would have to forego our customary afternoon rest (customary after three days, heh) if we were going to continue on. Feeling much better from a nutritious and fulfilling meal (and 600 mg of ibuprofen), I agreed that we should press on until we made it back around to Mexico and then head to the resort in the late afternoon and do something close to home that evening. Dont let my fussing about how long it takes to get around the World Showcase fool you; it was my absolute #1 favorite aspect of the WDW parks. I ADORED it. Which, in fact, is part of the reason I tolerated my toe and the whole walking thing for so long. The kids were game, but DD was getting pretty tuckered out from all the collective walking wed been doing since Tuesday, so in most of the pictures, looks like shes about to wilt.
We rush off from Canada to the fire in the UK. Note DH, as always, in the lead:
The UK went by in a bit of a blur. You will be glad to know, MLPers, that the first thing we did was stop for a Bass ale at the little walkup stand there in front of The Rose & Crown (as evidenced by the cup in my hand in the picture below). I wanted to wander around a bit and see the shops and architecture, but DH was only willing to slow down for the kidcot station so DD could have her passport signed. The passport CM wrote a charming little note, but we didnt realize yet that the mask colored at the previous station in Canada was supposed to be stamped and have a dealybopper attached to it in each country. (This would come back to mildly haunt us the closer we got to Mexico.) We were excited to see Tigger and Eeyore in the character greeting room, but just as we walked over to get their autographs and pictures, they slipped out the back door. Well, darn it. No wonder there wasnt a line! We wrote that off and moved on to France. We took a picture at the thing on the other side of the bridge over the International Gateway (see below - what is that thing with the travel posters on it anyway? We were moving too quickly for me to make a proper assessment).
Then we spent a few moments looking around before locating the French kidcot station where DD got her passport signed and her mask stamped and dealyboppered. So thats what the mask is for!!! DH was under the impression that wed have to color a mask at every kidcot stop and was a lot more receptive to the whole mask concept once he saw that the one mask would be stamped and have a doohickey attached to it. This became a fun addition to the passport endeavor, and I briefly suggested scooting back to the UK to get that done over there, but DH was having none of it, so we moved on and went into Impressions de France.
Here we are waiting to go into the movie. Guess which one is me!
Do you notice that the woman on my left has something lime green hanging from her backpack!? I never even saw it until I got ready to post my LGMHPCness here. I wonder if she was a DISer? Feel free to come forward if you recognize yourself!
We really enjoyed the Impressions de France show, not only because it was cool and relaxing inside the theater, but because it was a very moving film. I got a tear in my eye a time or two
very moving or I was just REALLY wiped out. But, either way, the whole family agreed that it was worth doing and I began to lament not having seen O Canada. This was a lament that would continue until we came home because I STILL HAVENT SEEN IT!
Ahem.
Wandering (quickly) through France, we headed to Morocco, straight to the kidcot station where the passport CM signed in Arabic. I love the look of Arabic writing. I once had a student (this is a whole story, but I wont tell it here) who wrote all of his essays in Arabic and then had to translate them into English. It was fascinating to watch this process and so the WDW kidcot Arabic brought back fond memories for me.
We looked around Morocco (I mean, literally, LOOKED, as we were already enroute to the fire in Japan.)
By this time, not only was my daughter getting a little tired of dad taking pictures, but DS was getting a bit weary of it, too.
(He is saying, here, God, Dad!

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Next up:
We wait a little longer in Japan than DH would like. Deal with it, buddy!