They promise you it’s where the magic lives. And on our brief trip to WDW, we found our own little magical reprieve from the day to day routine.
We rented a room at the Caribbean Beach Resort using the Florida resident discount; it was so affordable. We stopped at Whole Foods on the way in, a brand new store. We stocked up on semi-healthy treats and drinks and then headed off. Nancy received her birthday button at check-in and we were off to check out our digs. It was a nice day so we took our pool noodles and headed to the big pool at the resort. It was a pirate themed spectacle with slides and sprays and filled with families having fun. We enjoyed that for quite a while. Then we decided to head over to the faux beach near our room. As luck would have it, there were three empty hammocks calling out names. The sun, the breeze and the sway of the hammock soon lulled us into our afternoon nap. It was hot though, and we all woke up ready for another dip, this time in the smaller pool closest to our room.
It’s hard to keep track of time on an afternoon like this one, and since we had dinner reservations it was slightly important. At one point, Nancy called out to any one who was listening, “Does anyone know what time it is?” Only one guy was nice enough to even try and he guessed a time that we knew had passed about 40 minutes prior. Everyone else ignored or laughed, to which I said, “Does anybody really care?” Cue Chicago horn section…
We got cleaned up and headed out, using an impressive three forms of Disney transportation. We took the bus to the Hollywood Studios, then the boat to the boardwalk, and after dinner bussed it to the Magic Kingdom where we boarded the Monorail to the Polynesian Resort where we enjoyed the magical fireworks from the beach. It was a great night.
After the fireworks, we were ready to get back to our room and sleep. We, along with thousands of our closest friends, boarded the bus back to our resort. Crowded to standing room only, we endured the constant company of a steel drum soundtrack of pop tunes. That is until it broke us, and all three of us girls began singing along right there on the bus: ”The tide is high, but I’m holding on. I want to be your number one.” All were amused, but none more than the three of us, punchy at this point from too much sun and magic.
The next day brought another float in the pool followed up with some shopping at another magical place, IKEA! A girls trip that turned out to be practically perfect in every way!
