Dear Ainsleigh
8 years ago
Grandmothers are just 25 year-olds in an older body.
We did all of the usual rides, but were disappointed that Space Mountain was closed for repairs.
We traded our timeshare weeks in Kauai for three 3-bedroom units at the Marriott Grande Vista. We are just one mile from Sea World and about a 20 minute drive from Disney. Here is a picture of the outside of the Grande Vista with one of our lovely red mini-vans out in front.
Here are pictures of the living room/dining room/kitchen area.
We also have a screened in balcony that would be a wonderful place to sit and take in the view of the lake, but it is way to hot and humid.
The weather has been in the low 90s with the humidity about 90%. Here is a picture of the master bedroom.
We went to Animal Kingdom the first day here and we couldn't believe how sweaty we got. My hair was frizzing up almost immediately. The rest of the week I had to just not care how I looked! I think my favorite part of Animal Kingdom is the safari. I love the giraffes as they walk along so gracefully, practically close enough that you could reach out and touch them from the truck/bus thing they have you riding in.
The grandkids loved all of the animals. They did not love so much the scary dinosaur ride we went on. Emaline had her head ducked down almost in my lap the whole time. She usually seems like such a bold, unafraid little girl, but this ride was too much for her! Here we are with our 3-D Bug's Life glasses.
In the evening we went to dinner at Medieval Times and the kids really loved it.
At one point during the program, Ainsleigh, who is usually very mild mannered, was shouting along with the rest of us for our green knight, and Sarah realized that Ainsleigh was shouting, "Kill him! Kill him!" David showing off his knight prowess:
Here is Ainsleigh with the MC:
The next day while Mark, Jeff, Laura, Rebecca, David, and Dave Whitley went to Islands of Adventures/Universal Studios to see how many times they could be upside down on the big roller coasters. (25) Allison, Emaline, and Nancy hung out at the pools here at the resort. The Hills and I drove about 45 minutes east to Cocoa Beach. I took a few pictures of Donovan and Ainsleigh playing in the water.
This man wandered into my picture of Donovan. He was pretty representative of about 50% of the people at the beach. It made me feel much better about myself in a swimsuit!
The following day, Mark, Nancy and I went to Epcot while the rest of the kids went to Blizzard Beach and went on the water slides, after an early morning round of golf by the menfolk.
Nancy and Jeff flew home the next day and we hung out here at the resort at the pools and went to a nearby outlet mall.
Surprisingly, Mark was quite enamored with the mall and made some purchases. One of them was a $120 tie from Barney's of New York for which he paid $30.
But it's not the gifts that are the most important thing about Mark. It is the thought he puts into making sure you feel special. He thanks me for making dinner. (uh, isn't that my job?) He never makes me feel guilty about having fun while he is working. He brags about me and my accomplishments to other people. We have a lot of fun together and there is nobody I'd rather spend time talking and not talking* with. He's goofy, hilarious, smart, and he is the love of my life. My Mr. Darcy.
*See "Best in Show"
In South Shore, a minivan passed us with someone hanging out of the window screaming, "Go Utes!" At one of our rest stops, three cyclists from Carson City flipped a U-turn and came back to find out who we were. One of them has a son attending BYU.
It was a lovely ride around the lake, despite the thunder and rain as we climbed the switchbacks up to Emerald Bay. Traffic was pretty bad, being a Saturday in August.
The most amazing thing that happened, though, occurred between the 25 and 35 mile marks. We were close to beginning the climb up Spooner grade and came upon a long line of cars being turned around and police cars blocking both sides of the road at Sand Harbor. When we got up to the policemen, they told us we were free to go through, that one side of the road was washed out from a broken pipe. It was awesome! For the next 10 miles we had the road to ourselves! After reaching the summit, there were those cyclists who hit 48 mph on the downhill. I'm a big chicken and kept it at 36.
We returned to our condo for a post-ride meal and chatted for a couple of hours. It turns out that imaginary friends can be quite enjoyable.