It was chilly today (high 50s with a stiff breeze), and the sum total of our cold-weather layers were put to the test as we briskly walked from one activity to another. Eight hours of this, interrupted for the rides, food and the entertainment of a major theme park left us exhausted, full, happy, and finally warm as we tucked back into the hotel. (It’s amazing how quickly we forgot the actual pain of the single digits and readjust our acclimation to that of cold-weather weenies.)
I’ll spare you the details of the day, save for sharing one of my favorite ride’s (Simpson’s, of course) takeaway: Marge: “We’re gonna die [on this ride]!” Homer: “Oh Marge, they wouldn’t kill you in an amusement park while you still have a dime in your pocket!” I laughed all the way to my $6 churro, I tell you!
We have an early start tomorrow to make our way to Marsh Harbour, and the girls have spent some time today talking about what they think it’s going to feel like as we’re flying in. Some trees, no trees? State of the homes, the hotels? And Chickadee! We’ll see her… which is exciting and nerve-racking all at once. Reunion photos imminent.
