OK. I should be getting packed. We're heading home.
A quickie post on what we've been up to:
The day after the dolphins, we went to EPCOT. I had heard from everyone and their third cousins how nice it is. After the Magic Kingdom, EPCOT was just more of the same. Which is fine, but we were not really in a magical mood. In fact, we were tired, whiny, crabby and desperately in need of a day off.
I will say that the Mission Space attraction was fantastic. Kayleigh had been feeling dizzy and sick, so in our wisdom we went on the more intense option. There were barf bags inside your unit. Nice. Baggy, as we might say. Anyway, it was a great ride. Four people go together inside this tiny space where you are strapped in so you can hardly move. It is dark, and it spins and shakes and you experience massive Gs as well as weightlessness. Anyway, at the end of the ride, Kayleigh felt fantastic, and I was a little worried about myself.
The next day it was supposed to rain, so we said we'd have a down day. And it did rain, for a while. But when it cleared up, I wanted to go back to the coast. The kids were not pleased. I was not pleased with their whining and crying. It was not pretty. But we went. And we saw cool stuff. Like an armadillo. And these wild pigs.
It was a windy day and a little chilly. We had the entire ocean beach to ourselves. As if the kids gave a flying leap. But I did. We wandered up and down the shore for a while. Kayleigh finally went and sat in the car to warm up. She talked on the phone to her friend Sam, which made her feel much better and helped improve all our moods.
From there, we went on a drive through the reserve, which was gorgeous. The kids weren't especially impressed, but they were glad to be sitting.
We headed south to Cocoa Beach and got there just as the sun set. There was a surfing competition that day, but it looked as if the surfers and their hangers on were busy doing other things. Again, there was no one at the beach. Nice.
I did not get along with our rental car. It destroyed my back. Our bed and pillows didn't help, either. Something was bothering my skin, especially around my boobs and belly. And no, it wasn't sunburn. Those parts of me stay covered. My head hurt like you wouldn't believe, and every day I hoped I wouldn't hurl or faint from the pain. Eric worried that roller coasters would only make me feel worse. I worried that, too, but went on them anyway.
See in the picture how everyone's heads are down except mine? See how it flew backwards off the back of my seat? Can you hear my neck snap? I could hear it. It went, Crack! Snap!
I pulled it back into place and figured I'd be in to see the doctor when I got home. As it happened, it actually helped, and my neck and back have been almost normal since then. Guess I got a chiropractic appointment for nothing on the Scorpion at Busch Gardens.
So. We're out the door shortly.
One last funny: Around the corner there is a restaurant called the Crab House. It's right next door to Hooters.