March Update – Part 2

March 11-15
On Sunday morning we left Pensacola Beach and headed to Orlando. The drive was pleasant but we discovered that our daughter does not share our “Is not the destination is the journey” attitude. “Mom, can I watch a movie?” “No, Baby Girl you have never been here before so why don’t you look out the window?” She replies “It is all trees, I have already seen them before” “Ok, you can watch a movie”.

We arrived at our hotel and checked in. One of the things we did for this trip was choose hotels that were a little more economical, like the Marriott’s Residence Inn - still not cheap, but cheaper than a full service Marriott. I don’t think we will ever do that again. Anyway, the next day I got sick and decided to save my energy for Magic Kingdom, so JR took the kids across the street to Sea World. I got a much needed rest.

The next day we headed to Magic Kingdom, something I will never do again during Spring Break. The park was packed. Crazy people were waiting an hour and thirty minutes - 1:30!! to ride the Big Mountain Thunder Railroad!! The ride is only 90 seconds long. I just love the Fast Pass feature because without it I don’t think we would have gotten on any of the rides.

On Wednesday we had tickets to see the Astros play the Braves in Kissimmee. I loved it. The players and the action are so close. It is a lot quainter than going to Minute Maid Park; it reminded me of community theatre. Hey!! There is a Panamenian on the team this year, his name is Carlos Lee. So, if you guys go to Minute Maid Park and see a crazy lady waving a Panamenian flag you all know it is me.

On Thursday we packed our bags and made our way to Miami, FL. Our hotel was in Coconut Grove, ok, for my Massachusetts friends – Coconut Grove is where 95 ends. Wow, I thought that was cool. I honestly did not like Miami at all. I don’t know whether it had to do with me getting my finger smashed by the car door or the hotel, but I just did not like it. The one good thing was that my awesome purses did get recognized, something that never happens in Houston.

To be continued…