Heading Home

We had a fun vacation, but as always, they have to end.  I wish we could have stayed for another day or two, but the girls wanted to be back home for New Years, so we packed up our stuff and said goodbye to the Sunshine State, although Kris, Alison and I will be back in a little more than a month for Cheerleading Nationals.

Driving home was much better than the drive to Florida, mainly because we didn’t hit any of the traffic we hit on the way down.  We did have one thing happen just south of Atlanta that didn’t make me happy.  I got stuck behind a dump truck, although not quite a dump truck.  It had a longer and shorter bed on it.  But it was kicking off tiny bits of gravel, a little bit larger than sand.  So driving at 85 mph was like having the front of my car sand blasted.  And I wasn’t even right behind the truck, I was a good amount behind it, and at times there was even another car between me and the truck, or I was in the left lane while the truck was in the center lane.  But it didn’t matter apparently, because later on I could see all sorts of sparkles on the windshield, each one the result of a very tiny chip.  I was not happy AT ALL!  

Other than that, the only slow spots were thru Chatanooga, which we know is always going to be a bottleneck, and we hit a slow spot in Nashville as well.  But we found out that the reason for that was that the Music City Bowl.  Add to it the fact that Tennessee was playing in it, and it makes sense as to why we were moving at a crawl past the stadium downtown.  But that only lasted about 15 minutes, and once we were past it, it was smooth sailing.  We also made more pit stops on the way back home for bathroom breaks and to grab food.    

Since I am always looking for the fastest way home, and because I really hated the roads in Indiana on the way down, I decided to look for an alternate route home.  I found one where we bypassed Indiana altogether.  From Nashville, we stayed on I-24 thru Nashville and into Western Kentucky, thru Paducah.  Then took I-57 north the entire length if the state of Illinois, to the western suburbs of Chicago where we met up with I-94.  The overall distance was 30 miles longer (according to the Garmin) but because of traffic it only took an extra 5 minutes.  Not too bad, and it saved the hassle of the traffic thru Chicago and the crappy roads of Indiana.  I am going to have to remember that if we ever decide to drive again.  I am also going to have to remember to plan for times for rolling thru large, metro areas to stay out of traffic jams.  Either that or keep working on better, alternate routes.  I mean there has to be a better way to get around Chatanooga.

Seeing the Ocean

Since we were done at Disney, we were looking for other things to do during our stay in Florida. The girls wanted to go to the beach. Since we had been to the Gulf side a couple of times, we thought that it might be different to go over to see the Atlantic. We had done it years ago when the girls were very little but the beaches had been closed due to erosion from hurricanes that had rolled thru the previous summer.

In trying to figure out the best place to go, we decided on Daytona. We thought it would be the best, quickest place to get to. Well that was a little misleading. I was figuring on about an hour to get there, and with the traffic in Daytona itself it took more like an hour and 45 minutes. It also took a little time to figure out exactly where to go where we could have access to the beach. I know you can drive on the beach in Daytona, but I really didn’t want to pay for the privilege of being able to do so.

We ended up finding a public lot right next to the beach, by a run-down looking hotel. I wasn’t quite sure about that, but since I could still see the top of the car from where we were on the beach, I figured it would be fine. The beach itself wasn’t very pretty. In fact, I would call it down right depressing. It was almost like being on a large, long parking lot that gradually faded into the ocean. There were no soft, sand dunes... No shells… Nothing that gave it any charm at all.

And it was very strange in that all the people that were sitting out on the beach were, uhhhh… How can I put this gently, “rough-looking”. It seriously looked like about 75%-80% of the people we saw could have been in an episode of COPS. 

It was also pretty windy down on the beach, and while it was warm, it didn’t feel like there was a very intense sunlight. It felt like the sun was shining thru a haze. I tried to roll up my sleeves, but I just felt like it wasn’t a good place to get a tan. I felt like I had a coating of salt and sand covering me when we left. So as beaches go, on a scale of 1 to 10, this one was about a 2. Next time I think we will definitely consider going to the Gulf side again.

Daytona is sort of…. Seedy

I don’t know if the people that live there make a big distinction between Daytona, and Daytona Beach, but let’s just say the whole area that we drove up and down the beach looked a little sketchy. We ended up parking a public lot right next to the beach, next to a run-down looking hotel. It was a little scary pulling up and parking next to a couple of black guys who were just sitting in their car, windows blacked out, listening to rap music. It seemed odd to me that they were just sitting there. But I made sure to lock everything up before we walked down to the beach.

When we got to the beach, it dawned on me that I left the Garmin on the windshield mount, which probably wasn’t the best idea. So I ran back up to the car to get it. As I got up the steps, to the parking lot, I walked past a big, shirtless black guy with a big ‘fro who had a skinny white guy cornered against the cinder block wall surrounding the parking lot. I tried my best not to stare, or look at them, because it looked like something shady was going down. I heard the black guy saying “I provided you a service”, and something about being paid. Then there was “At this point I want the hat”, assuming he was referring to the skinny dude’s Oakland Raiders baseball cap. Like I said, I made my way away from there as fast as I could. I got the feeling it was some sort of drug deal, and the white guy wasn’t paying up for what he got. About ten minutes later I saw the same, shirtless black dude walking down the beach away from us wearing an Oakland Raiders baseball hat, presumably the one the white guy had on his head when I was up by the car earlier. At least there wasn’t a body, or any cop cars in the parking lot when we left.

Last Time At Disney

We had one day left on a week-long, no expiration date, ticket at the Disney parks from when we were there 8 years ago. I thought we should probably finally use it up, so I asked the girls which park they wanted to go to. I thought with Sarah being 18 now, it was probably going to be the last time that we all went to a theme park as a family, so I wanted them to be the ones to decide. Both said they wanted to use it up at the Magic Kingdom.

I have heard horror stories about going to the theme parks at certain times of the year; Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving…. the big vacation times. I felt like, big deal, the girls were older, we were in no hurry to go anywhere or get on any rides and we would just ride out the crowds. Was I ever wrong! The crowds at Disney were insane. But more on that later.

As we were walking around going from attraction to attraction, both Sarah and Alison came to the realization that the Magic Kingdom really was for little kids. As we were looking for things to go on (read that as lines to stand in) Sarah was of the opinion that she didn’t want to stand in line for 2 hours to go on a ride that was more or less looking at animatronics. I told her and Ali that I tried to tell them that when they were deciding where to go, but I didn’t want to dictate, it was their decision which park they wanted to go to. I will say that the Magic Kingdom does have some of our favorite attractions, such as The Haunted Mansion and Pirates of the Caribbean. But more and more they realized that some of the more popular areas, like around the castle, and walking down Main Street, were more for the children.

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2008

I thought it would be nice to compare the girls in the tea cups today vs. when I first took them on the ride almost 10 years ago.  

Note Ali's enthusiasm at "It's A Small World"

Sarah got squirted with a water jet right after I took this. HA!

Awww...  How sweet.

I had Sarah use the actual camera to take our picture, not a phone.  Apparently I need to teach her how to center your subject in the frame.

Sarah always seemed to be on her phone instead of enjoying the sights of Disney. :-(

Another thing that the girls wanted to do was to take their photo together in front of the castle. It was something that didn’t really dawn on me when we first got there, probably should have been done early in the day. Because as the day wore on, more people tend to congregate around the castle for pictures, especially around the times of the parades. Good luck trying to get a shot alone. Or at least alone enough where there aren’t others crowding you. We tried the first time thru (during the first afternoon parade) and weren’t really able to do it. Then as we were coming back thru around dinner time, it had thinned out enough that I was able to take their picture without anyone within five feet of them. Those are the types of little things that you don’t tend to think about when you go to theme parks.

Since the Magic Kingdom was open late I thought we would stay as late as possible for the girls to go on all the rides they wanted one last time. That was easier said than done since we ran into the parades. When we got off the Haunted Mansion, we hit a parade, and had to wait to get to where we wanted to go because the walkways were clogged with people and some were roped off. Then later in the day around dinner time, we ended up hitting another parade. We were going from Tomorrowland to Adventureland, but since the parade was about to begin, we had to wait to go across the main path in front of the castle. It was seriously a pain since we didn’t really care about the parade, so we ended up going into some of the shops on Main Street and loitering inside until we could cross.

Then when we finally did, we had to wait to use a fast pass at the Jungle Cruise so the girls wanted to go on the Aladdin Magic Carpet ride (which incidentally was the very first ride we took the girls on at Disney in 2004). The sign said the wait time was something like 25 minutes, so we figured, sure, Kris and I would just wait. What was supposed to be a 25 minute wait turned into about 45-50 minutes. Obviously the wait time was incorrect. While we were standing around waiting, Kris and I struck up a conversation with a guy who was also waiting. He was from Canada, and was looking frazzled. I forget the actual question he asked, but it had to do with the lines, etc. We told him that typically it isn’t this bad, but because of the holiday, the crowds are insane. We had actually heard that they had closed down admittance to the park early in the afternoon because it was at capacity. He told us he had gotten to the park around noon, and this was the third attraction his children had been on (it was about 6:30 PM), the rest of the time was spent maneuvering thru crowds and standing in lines. Like I said, we felt really bad for him since we know what it was like when the girls were little and how they look forward to being there. Hopefully they had multiple day passes and would be able to come back if they missed anything.

The Jungle Cruise was actually pretty fun, much better than the last couple of times I had been on it. By the time we got on, it was totally dark, so they had to light the scenes, plus, they had it decked out in Christmas lights for the holiday. Something I had never seen before. As anyone who has been on the ride knows, the “guide” spends his time interacting with the guests and making bad puns. This time he was making Christmas jokes, so again, it was something new, which made it a little bit better. 

When it came time to leave, we once again, ran into a parade (the third of the day). It was the nighttime, Main Street Electrical Parade. Then of course, after the parade comes the fireworks. Since most people stay to see the fireworks and then leave right afterward (clogging up the monorails and taking forever to get back to the parking lots) we thought we would get out ahead of the crowds. The girls had been on all the attractions they wanted to do, and we didn’t really care about the parade or the fireworks so it was perfect timing.

It was sad leaving, knowing that the girls will never have that glimmer in their eyes when going to Disney again (at least until they have the joy of seeing it thru their children’s eyes, like we did when the girls were little). But at least they enjoyed themselves. I remember when Sarah and Ali were little thinking that it is all about building memories for them. I think that we were able to do that.

Disney Crowds – Never Again

As I had mentioned earlier, the crowds at Disney were insane. I thought that perhaps we would be lucky and it wouldn’t be as bad as what I thought they might be because of the holiday. But apparently Disney is the place to go when it is an officially sanctioned (school) vacation. One other thing that I forget is that Disney World really is a worldwide destination. We saw people from all over the world there. Forget about Euro-Disney, or Disney-Japan, or China (I think there is one in China, right?). Florida is the place to go!

We saw on the news that the theme parks around Orlando had all reached capacity on Christmas Day (Universal, Sea World, and Disney) and today was no different. Apparently by 3:00 (from what we heard walking around) They had stopped admitting people into the Magic Kingdom (who knows, it could have even been earlier). I didn’t think the crowds would bother us much because we had been there many times before and were in no hurry to get on any particular attraction. I was wrong. The crowds drove me (and Kris) nuts. And I have to say that there were certain “groups” of people that were much ruder than others. In particular the Indians. After thinking about it, they must not care because they are used to living and moving around in crowds in Calcutta and New Delhi, etc. But they have got to be the rudest people in the world! As we were waiting in line at the Pirates ride, there was a group of about 20-25 Indian people behind us. Before you get up to the turnstiles where they position you to get into the boats, they have large, roped paths zig-zagging around (as everyone knows). And I assume they are as wide as they are as to accommodate the greatest number of persons so that the line doesn’t wrap halfway around the park. However, you would think everyone would be able to see around them (meaning who is in front, and who might be behind) as far as the numbers in your group, or party. I guess they don’t care about that in India, because these people just pushed their way in between Kris and myself and the girls. In fact, at one point, I there were at least five of these Indian people (I say India, but they could have been from any of the countries in the sub-continent area) between me and Kris. When it came to one turn in the queue, I ducked under the rope to get back with Kris and the girls. It was absolutely ridiculous. And the people behind us had were pushing their kids (who appeared to be in the 5-7 year old range) to keep them moving and possibly improve their position in line. NEWS FLASH!!!! The ride isn’t going anywhere! And it isn’t as if you are going to get on the ride any faster. You might make it a boat or two faster. BIG DEAL!!!! It was amazing how inconsiderate they were.

Then as we were waiting for the girls on the magic carpet ride we noticed a group of people that were letting their children climb over the fences, and play in areas that at least I would have considered off limits. It was around the Enchanted Tiki Room. There was a pond/pool in front of some rocks and the outside wall of the building. Apparently in their country, there is no problem with just letting your children go climbing and exploring areas that are separated from normal foot traffic for a reason. Again, very rude and inconsiderate. But people have problems with Americans. If I had cared more, I might have said something, but Kris and I sat quietly and just observed. It really is amazing the things you see when you “people watch” at theme parks, or other large congregations of people (fairs, festivals, etc.). It is actually one of the things I like to do when I go to those types of places.

But now that I know what things are like during these times of the year, I think I will avoid them in the future. Plus, I think it may be time to go to some of the other theme parks we have never been to before, like Busch Gardens in Tampa, or Universal Studios, or even make a return to Sea World instead of always going to Disney.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas from Florida. 

It is hard not to have my tree with all the ornaments, but it’ll have to do. I will say it is better to be able to walk outside in a short sleeved shirt and shorts that to have to bundle up like an Eskimo to go to Christmas mass. 

The girls even got pick the annual Christmas orange of the tree in my parents’ backyard.

A little later in the day my mother's friend Roberta came over.  My mom had given her a Peanuts music box, and I snapped this picture of her "playing" with it.  I have never seen anyone so happy.

Stranded in The Villages

Our first full day in The Villages was relaxing. Nothing beats getting out of the car and being able to stretch. All day we were hearing about a neighborhood that was all decked out in Christmas Lights. For anyone reading this who is from the Milwaukee area, think Candy Cane Lane on the south side. So since we had nothing else to do, we thought we would partake of some Christmas cheer and drive over to see the lights in the golf cart.

The only problem is that to go with Kris and the girls, we would need two golf carts since my parents only have a 2-person one. Luckily, my aunt let us borrow hers. So Kris and I took my aunt’s cart and Sarah and Alison drove my folks’. We were in line with all the other carts, slowly moving thru the neighborhood looking at the lights and listening to the Christmas music they had blasting. I even took a few photos with the new camera. Between golf carts, regular cars, and people who had parked a couple of blocks away and just walked thru to see the lights, it was quite crowded.

Everything was going along great until we were ready to head back home. As we were driving around all the lights I had noticed that the lights were starting to dim a little and the battery meter was hovering down around the low end. I thought we had better get back home quickly. And wouldn’t you know it, as we were going thru a tunnel, the cart came to a stop. So now we were stuck in a tunnel, with carts behind us starting to back up, and other carts coming around the corner from the opposite direction. I was able to move it slightly so we were out of the tunnel by letting it sit for a minute, then turning the key back on and going about 10 – 20 feet at a time. This continued for a little while, and I found that I could get more power for a longer run with the lights off.

After 10 minutes or so we had moved up the hill and were about ready to cross the street. Most people were very nice, slowing down and asking if we had a problem, or if they could help. But there was one women who felt the need to drive by and yell at us to get out of the way, or maybe it was get off the path. Either way we were yelled at for blocking her way. I responded to her request with a warm, Christmas, “F-You!” (Yes, I was just full of Christmas cheer).

After a few more minutes of letting the cart sit, and waiting for the traffic to lighten up so we wouldn’t block any carts, or cars that were trying to get thru the gates we managed to make it across to a starter’s shack at one of the golf courses. There was a wide area there where we could pull over and get out of everyone’s way. We sent the girls back to the house to let my parents know we were stranded and then sat and waited to be rescued by my dad.

After waiting and having him show up with the car, we gathered our stuff and drove back home, leaving the cart there until the next day when it could be looked at. And coincidentally, the next day when my dad went back, he put the key in and drove it home without incident. So I have no idea what the problem was, or is, with my aunt’s cart. Maybe it has something to do with the cables going to the battery? I had a car like that once that had exposed wire around the terminal clamps that needed to be covered with electrical tape. If there was anything exposed, if it was a cool night and moisture condensed, it would cause the cables to short out, leaving you stuck. But I won’t be driving that golf cart any more. I’ll leave that for my aunt.