January 29 – February 3, 2012
Participants
• Steve –Your humble narrator.
• Barb – My bride of 39 years.
Beach Club Villas– Studio
Day Six - Friday, February 3, 2012 – Heading Home
We’re up at 6:30. Our boarding passes are in an envelope that was
slipped under our door. Remember I paid for Early Bird Check-In on both
ends of this trip? Somehow, Barb gets A20 while I get A37. Someone needs
to explain this to me. It’s not a big deal because Barb can board and
grab our seats – I’m just wondering how this happens.
There’s no room receipt on the door but I find it’s been emailed to me.
I kind of like that.
The forecast is for 80 degrees today but very windy all day (and night).
This morning we decided that we needed a little more sustenance than a
muffin or banana can deliver, so we sashayed over to the Captain’s
Grille for breakfast. (I like to sashay, or meander, when I can, and at
Disney World it’s not out of place at all, unlike say, New York, where
sashaying is frowned upon.) It’s French toast for Barb and Eggs My Way
(over easy is my way) for me - with a full carafe of some very fine
coffee. I do like this place.
We head back to our room to finish packing. Barb opts for slacks today
but I stick with shorts, tossing a jacket and a pair of Dockers into a
carry-on bag. I figure I’ll find some place to change before boarding
Disney’s Magical Express this afternoon.
We roll our luggage outside to Resort Airline Check-in and we’re all set
in about 3 minutes. I can’t tell you how much I like this service. We
then store our carry-ons (excepting Barb’s shoulder bag/purse which she
carries with her) with Baggage Services.
We make it to Epcot at 10:00, walk through and I grabbed Soarin’
FastPasses for 11:00 (Damn you, Wilmot!). We then ride Standby with a 10
minute wait.
We walked down and road the Seas with Nemo and friends and spent a few
minutes in the aquarium areas.
We then strolled through Innoventions West and East. There really was
not much to do there. The Sum of all Thrills had a long line so we
passed. There’s a new attraction in soft opening called Habit Heroes. It
looked interesting but the cast member said it wouldn’t open until this
afternoon.
Back to Soarin’. The FastPass queue was a walk on but Standby is now 40
minutes. We spent time some extra time in the queue here, just prior to
the pre-show. They had one load area completely filled while the other
two were completely empty. I’m not sure what was going on.
We also waited several minutes for the ride to start as the cast members
kept getting a seatbelt warning. Twice they asked one row of people to
unbuckle and re-buckle. Finally, we were off.
Knowing we’re flying out at 8:15 tonight, we were leaning toward a late
lunch. I have no particular love for the food options at Orlando
International. We thought about Le Cellier and walked down there but
there was a huge line at the door. Our other choices were Rose and Crown
of Les Chefs de France. I asked Barb her preference and she voted for
France so off we went.
It’s now about 12:15 and I’m looking for a table at 1:30-2:00. I walk up
to the podium and see Caroline. She’s an absolutely stunning young lady
but I’ll soon find out most of the female servers in Les Chefs are
equally beautiful. I need to find the guy that does the hiring here and
high-five him.
I explain to Caroline that I’m looking for a table between 1:30-2:00.
She says she can seat me now but can’t guarantee a table later. Really?
I thank her and move down to Morocco and we take seats on a ledge there.
Barb calls home and talks with Stephanie. All is well and she learns
that our daughters have a new-found respect for what we go through on a
daily basis as caregivers for a 96-year old. I was actually expecting
this. It’s one thing to view as an occasional guest; it’s quite another
to live it 24/7.
While Barb’s chatting with Steph, I call WDW-DINE. I’m chatting with Pam
and here’s the situation: I’m sitting 100’ from, and looking at Les
Chefs de France, while talking with Pam who’s in another time zone
altogether (never found out which one), getting a 1:30 reservation that
the girl at the podium, again 100’ away, couldn’t give me. What’s wrong
with that picture?
I booked 1:30 put had my pick of 1:10, 1:30 or 1:50.
We head to Germany and Karamel Kuche for two bags of chocolate caramel
pop corn for Michelle and Stephanie. I was able to grab an AP discount
here. As a matter of fact, I received an AP discount in almost every
store all week – including the Beach Club Marketplace. We did some
window shopping and people watching in Germany, Japan and Morocco.
I’m discovering that I’m not a huge fan of these evening flights home.
You’re homeless for too much of the day. In the future, I guess we’ll
opt for the mid-morning flight even though we’ll lose the whole day at
Disney World (at least until Southwest changes their Friday schedule).
We were by the miniature trains in Germany and we heard several people
chatting about Hidden Mickeys. One fellow had just purchased a book
(“…next door for $13.95”) and was searching for one in the train layout.
As we all helped him look, one of his party saw the three trees in the
familiar Hidden Mickey pattern. We all looked and pointed it out to others.
A woman remarked, “Geez, it’s awfully hidden.” I said, “That’s why
they’re called HIDDEN Mickeys.” Another guy said, “The Obvious Mickeys
book is $35”. She realized her faux pas and gave a “D’oh!” She was
carrying the remnants of a beer in a cup and I asked if it was her ninth
of the day. She laughed (thank goodness, she could’ve hit me).
We next walked up and found a bench in the America’s Garden Theater.
Here’s another question… why are there so many trees potentially
blocking someone’s view in an outdoor theater? Does it strike anyone
else as odd or a poor design?
It’s now 1:30 so we’re off to France where I announce to Caroline that
we now have a reservation. By the way, her inability to honor my request
has made her no less attractive to me. At the risk of being called a
Dirty Old Man… she’s hot. She asks us to take a seat until we’re called,
which we do.
Six French speaking guys in swimsuits (yes, swimsuits) push their way up
to the podium, leer at Caroline, and converse with her - rapidly and in
fluent French. She seems a little taken aback but retreats to the
restaurant and returns to give them an affirmative. I’m not sure if this
was simply for a table or something else but they were exuberant, and
obnoxious. They surrounded the podium giving the seated guests waiting
there an all-too-close-up view of the back of their swimsuits – if you
know what I mean.
We’re seated at 1:35 and our server is Nanon from Paris. She’s blond and
gorgeous (this place has nothing but knockouts and why don’t I eat here
more often). To be fair, there are an equivalent number of young male
servers here. I’m no woman but they might be equally attractive. Wait…
nah… they’re not.
A few years ago, it was the French Menu and cost $14.95. Now it’s the
Price Fixe for $23.99. It’s onion soup. A grilled ham and cheese
sandwich and salad, and crème brulee and, after having it once, we
decided it’s way too much food for two people. Our compromise is that we
share it, and order a second bowl of soup. Nonon did a wonderful job and
the food was great. As good as the Kona Café was the other night, this
crème brulee beat theirs hands down.
When we finished, we walked back to the Beach Club and took up some
space in the Solarium waiting for the Disney’s Magical Express bus. I
worked on the laptop, Barb read a newspaper. I found a Men’s room in the
villas with a huge stall to change in. Why won’t they put clothes hooks
on the back of the stall doors? It would make it so much easier and
remove the risk of dropping a pair of pants into the toilet. Ladies room
stalls have them (or so I’m told).
Let’s end this now. Somehow, I’ve managed to stretch a 6-day trip into
23 pages. Disney’s Magical Express was on time. I beeped through
Security at the airport but was told it wasn’t metal, I was just picked
for a random check. They swabbed my hands then released me. Our flight
was on time and mostly smooth (except for the last 40 minutes). The
biggest surprise of the trip was stepping off the escalator at Albany’s
baggage claim to see both bags on the carousel. We found our car and
walked in our door 40 minutes after stepping off the plane. That’s a new
record – by far!
Miles Walked Today: 6.61.
Final Thoughts: As I mentioned, we really needed this trip. Did it help?
Yes. Did it work? Not really. As soon as we walked into a quiet house at
11:30pm, I could sense we both subconsciously expected to be greeted by
the typically excited Gunnar. They say dogs have no concept of time but
he seemed to know when we were gone for more than a few days. His
greeting was more exuberant as he paced excitedly at our feet, running
his body across our legs as if he just wanted the contact. I think I
know why this is so difficult for us to get past but there’s no point in
hashing it through here. It’s going to take time.
It was a good trip even if a bit on the shorter side. We were able to
get away together, relax a bit and enjoy a few of the newer things at
Walt Disney World. Star Tours was certainly a hit with us, as was La
Hacienda and Kona Café.
Next up, we scheduled for another solo trip in May for the Epcot Flower
and Garden Festival – we’re hopeful. After that, we have a “whole
family” trip planned for December. We just learned that Stephen and
Stephanie might not be able to make that one but it’s early yet. We’re
hoping.
Thanks for reading.
I’ve uploaded just a few of the many photos to:
https://picasaweb.google.com/srusso100/20120129WDW?authkey=Gv1sRgCInJgKnKl43i4wE
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Steve