So, now that I’m recovering from a nasty cold/cough and have more ambition to do something other than sleep, let’s start a TR on our Dec. 4-11 trip to Disney World and our first stay at a deluxe resort, AKL. Fasten your seat belts and enjoy the ride!
Our flight was to leave Milwaukee at 2:15 but lo and behold, Mother Nature decided to mess with our plans (and our sanity) and grace us with winter. We had to get our bestest golden retrievers to my brother’s house, which is about 45 minutes northwest of us, then get to airport, which is about 75-80 minutes east of us. The drive to dear brother’s house was a nightmare and took well over an hour. Cars in ditches all over the place including one that went out of control about twenty five feet behind us and slammed the median guard. It was ugly. After lots of prayers and giving ourselves a little extra time, we headed to Milwaukee, only to have our flight delayed by 2 ½ hours because of, you guessed it, the snow. The plane that was to take us to Orlando couldn’t land because of visibility and circled the airport long enough to run low on fuel, get sent to Grand Rapids, Michigan to refuel, and come back to get us poor souls dying to get to Disney World! Sadly, if the plane had left on time, we would have arrived in Orlando about the same time that we actually departed Milwaukee. Ouch.
Thankfully, an uneventful flight, once we boarded the darn plane, arrived safely and there was Louis, our Quicksilver driver, holding that wonderful sign with our name on it. Ah, welcome home. Made a quick Publix stop and arrived at AKL with smiles on our faces. I told DS I couldn’t wait to be welcomed home and he looked at me like I was from another planet (which is a common look from a 14-yr-old boy). “Yeah, right, mom. You’re dreaming again.” Imagine the look on his face when the gate keeper said “Welcome home” when he raised the gate for the car to enter. And then, the door person said the same thing! The look on DS’s face was priceless. “Welcome home” became our quip of the week.
So, DH is talking with the bell person who recommends a second floor room to get the best view of animals. We were given a 4th floor room that was pretty far back and on one of those little wing-things off the main hallway. We asked if there was a 2nd floor room and after about fifteen minutes of doing whatever the CM was doing, she found us a room on the 2nd floor . . . starting on Sunday. Heck, we’re tired, it’s late, and it sounded like an easy enough change in the morning. So we agreed to it. And went to bed happy. Welcome home!