My family spent the past week in Orlando. The main reason for the trip was my youngest playing volleyball at the AAU Volleyball National Championships, but of course we added in some family fun while we were there!
First, I NEVER expected to be sooooo busy and sooooo exhausted at the end of each day. I honestly don’t think I have ever been so tired on vacation – even when skiing! It was the good kind of exhausted, though. We had so much fun! The volleyball was good….could’ve been better, but it was still a great learning experience for our girls.
I knew that Florida wouldn’t be Texas….I mean, there IS only one Texas! But, I seriously didn’t expect the state to still be living in the cave-man ages! I was surprised to see this sight…
Something else I noticed about Orlando: the water has a smell. And a taste. And the runners didn’t wave or say hello when you passed them. Hmph! Plus, there was something in the air to which I was very allergic. By Thursday morning, I felt like I did during Ragweed season before I started allergy shots…..HORRIBLE!
On Wednesday (2nd day of volleyball), Bobby took the kids out on a deep-sea fishing trip. Really, it was for him, but he needed people to fill the boat! They all had a wonderful time and caught some delicious fish. Yes, I said delicious and fish in the same sentence. I generally don’t eat swimming creatures, but the Amberjack they caught tasted almost like chicken!
So while they were at the dock eating fresh fish they caught during the day, I was at Downtown Disney’s Rainforest Cafe, eating chicken nuggets and french fries with the 10 year olds.
Thursday was crazy with volleyball ALL. DAY. LONG. We were exhausted (again) and had to be back at the convention center by 7 AM. I was a little panicky by this point, because I had not gotten in a run. I had not even had time to think about one or plan when I could go! Bobby volunteered to take Alli Friday morning so I could get a run in before play started. Since she had to be there an hour before games started AND our team had ref duty first game, I had plenty of time to get a run in and make it to the venue….or so I thought. Friday was bracket day and all brackets were to conclude by 1 PM, so traffic was a NIGHTMARE. After my nice, sweaty, humid, accidentally 6 mile run, Taylor drove me to the convention center. When Bobby suggested I get out of the car at the I-4 exit, I did just that and figure I ran at least another half mile. 🙂
Speaking of the run…. I figured I would use the KISS method (Keep It Simple Stupid). I was becoming familiar with the area, but I knew that I shouldn’t make too many turns or I might get lost. Plus, I didn’t take my phone with me. Stupid, I know, but I forgot to pack my FlipBelt and I didn’t want to hold it the entire time. Turns out, a phone would have been handy. On my way out, about a half mile from our villa, I noticed a guy passed out in a ditch. It was 6:30 AM and it creeped me out. I told myself that if he was still there on the way back, I should probably call for someone to check on him. After I accidentally made a right turn instead of a left (the KISS method failed), I noticed he was still there when I ran back by. I couldn’t NOT do anything. So I turned around and used the phone in the 7-11 that was nearby. Luckily, he woke right away when the paramedics started talking to him, and I was on my way. OK…maybe I should have left well enough alone, but I’m from small town Texas and I am not accustomed to seeing people passed out in ditches.
After play on Friday, we grabbed a bite to eat and loaded up for the beach! This was the only thing that I really wanted to do, and I was sooooo excited to finally arrive at my happy place!
And then everyone left to go on a shark fishing trip that Alli had been looking forward to. Her teammate ended up tagging along and took my spot on the boat, but I wasn’t complaining! I was able to enjoy a couple extra hours of this:
This was my favorite part of the trip, BY FAR. I was so content just laying on the beach, listening to the ocean. I didn’t want to leave but finally forced myself up when my parking meter expired. But first, this HAD to be done:
Apparently my cover up was in the bag that went shark fishing, however, so I had to go buy another before having drinks and eats at Pineapple Point (who could resist a name like that?!?)
I had a couple of yummy pineapple-y rum drinks, a sub sandwich and was heading back to the beach to enjoy the sunset when I realized that a storm was rolling in. About that time, Bobby called to say they were headed back to the marina. Luckily, everyone had caught a shark (except Logan, who caught a Stingray).
Saturday was my birthday, and no, I haven’t moved up in Age Group just yet. I still felt terrible from the allergic reaction I was having. The plan was to meet Callie and another teammate and spend the day at Magic Kingdom (can you tell I was jumping up and down with excitement?). Bobby took Alli so that I could hang out and get some rest and I was going to try to meet them later. After I started moving around and had consumed as many Ibuprofen and Zyrtec as my liver could tolerate, I began to feel like I could manage the day. I was able to meet up with everyone while the girls were still at breakfast with Cinderella. By the way, Callie’s dad and brother gave up their seats at breakfast so Alli and our other teammate, Zoe, could attend. They were so gracious and generous to let the girls participate in the fun! Of course, while we were there, we had to take the cliché pic:
And to the Disney guy from whom I bought water who asked, “Do you run? You look very fit.” You made my day!!! (I’m sure my Plano Balloon HM shirt had NOTHING to do with his question! LOL)
Logan tried pancakes…..and liked them! Logan has been branching out lately….he has tried (and reasonably liked) hamburgers, tacos, pancakes, and a couple other things I can’t remember. This is HUGE. Let’s just say Logan might be the pickiest eater in the history of humankind, so I’m pretty excited that he is expanding his palette!
We really did have so much fun on this trip. I’m usually ready to head home by the 3rd day, but I didn’t even get homesick! However, I was REALLY glad to be back on Texas soil, and I knew I was back when we were just out of the airport and I saw this lovely sight:
Dorothy was right when she said, “There’s no place like home.” Except she should have said, “There’s no place like Texas.” ❤