Back to Disney. I know, but we are nearing the end of our journey and I'm sad about it. Reliving our vacation is giving me life right now. No, I'm not dramatic, you're dramatic.
Anyways you know my morning routine, I get up, I run, I take photos of a good sky... And then we head to the park. I think the rest of our party was running out of steam at this point because only the Olsen's were ready to hit the park at opening, which is totally fine, I get it. The five of us power walked over there and then I took the bigger kids on Test Track while Matt went in search of coffee... This is a ride David loved. The line at the Frozen ride wasn't too bad so we ran the kids over there quick before it got too bad. The line at Starbucks was crazy so I took the kids (that wanted to) to meet Baymax and we fist pumped and fa la la la la'd right out of there. The rest of the group had made it over there by this point... We went on Spaceship Earth, everyone minus Matt and David (because he is a poof). Dom turned our car into a Chinese speaking only zone so that was fun...
And it was time for Soarin! This most magical of rides! We had to split the group in two, so Rob stayed with Dom and Mikayla for the first run and then he and Ashley rode it again. David did not like this ride. Shocker. At one point he cried out that he wants to go back to Magic Kingdom! He cried a lot but ended up agreeing it was a pretty cool ride and no no thanks he did not want to ride it again. Then we did the Figment ride? It was okay. Something new for us anyways.
The group split up again at this point, with us Olsen's staying back to eat at the park while the rest went back and ate at the resort. We of course had to stop and get margaritas which you know also means a quick jaunt on the Gran Fiesta Tour... We ate in America because mama just wanted some chicken tenders... and of course it was more of the Letty and Matt hunting for the most perfect snack time...That girl says slushie and Matt about jumps out of his chair to oblige... Sadly for her there was only ice cream to be found at this particular spot...Then we headed back to the resort to meet up with the rest of the family at the pool...
We left the pool to do a little packing/organizing before heading back to Epcot for our final meal of the trip. Does anyone else do that? The final day... The final meal... The final night? Well that is me in spades. Trying to fight tears the entire time. I'm such a ball of fun I can't handle it. We had dinner at the La Hacienda de San Angel which was ding ding ding! You guessed it! Mexican. Again. I got the steak. Again. Don't you say taco. Don't you dare! I had great plans of walking over to Hollywood Studios for their fireworks show but our dinner ran so long that sadly... it wasn't gonna happen.
Everybody left to go back to the hotel but once more those Olsens... we just can't help ourselves. That whole "final night" business and all. We walked towards the front of the park and then rode Nemo again because it was there... All the while debating keeping the kids up late for the fireworks or calling it a night. We wandered, a lot... But ended up deciding that they were all shot and we should head back and put them to bed, much to my inescapable sadness. Letty didn't help, crying the entire walk home because she didn't want to leave Disney which I totally get and I am fairly certain I have done quite countless times in my life too...
They were in bed by 9, totally passed out. So I guess skipping the fireworks was the responsible parental thing to do.
