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EPCOT

So...yesterday, we spent a week at EPCOT. It's possible we arrived too early for the things we wanted to do, and then we had to stick around for a dinner reservation in France. You miss your dinner reservation, and you're left out in the cold.

We did the usual stuff in the future world area, like riding through the giant ball. I remember that as being a dull ride, but it was actually interesting. The ride got stuck for a few minutes, but this time instead of being trapped in a haunted cemetery, we were stranded in the renaissance, with da Vinci or somebody sculpting on one side and Michelangelo painting the Sistine Chapel on the other. It was serene and beautiful, and a choir was chanting "Hallelujah." Once the ride got going again, though, we turned the corner into a new age and were confronted by the harsh, dirty and ugly world of the industrial revolution. I wanted to go back to the chanting and the painting and the sculpting.

Finally, we got to rest our aching bones with dinner in Paris. Literally, by 8:00 p.m., I felt like my spine was sinking into the rest of my skeletal structure. Here is Eustacia at dinner. She had her face painted in Morocco. We forgot the cord for her camera, so I can't show you the image she captured here until next week.

Comments

Sassy Sundry said…
I'm glad you're having fun, Robyn. Cute face paint.
dive said…
Yup, Eustacia's face-paint is so cool … not that she needs painting up to make her look beautiful.
I can't wait to see her photo of you. Did you have face paint, too, Robyn?

Lots more photos and fun stuff, please! It's not often we get a vicarious trip to Disney and I want to enjoy it.
he he... I love your new Mickey hat at the top Robyn! Am I the first to notice? Am I? Am I?.........:)
Scout said…
Nope, sorry Lynn. You're not the first to notice, but thanks for noticing anyway.
Anonymous said…
I know that "sinking" feeling! It was during our trip to Washington, D.C. back in '06...and all the walking and walking and walking and...that I first realized that my back was a mess! Ugh!

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