How are you this Friday? It’s rather sunny this afternoon, which has been nice. We got back from Disneyland yesterday. The day we flew in, we spent most of the day at California Adventure, which is probably more time spent there than since we were little. It’s fun, but as always, not as much as Disneyland proper. We went on Soarin’ Over California twice (they have changed it back from Soarin’ Over the World).
It’s always felt like Your Ride. I can’t go on it without getting a little emotional. I went on Tower of Terror this time (now rebranded to some Marvel thing), and I do not recommend. I think the extended stomach drops are what made me half-sick afterwards.
The next day was nice. We went again with Collin this year, and I don’t think Mom would go without him, because without his disability pass the lines are too miserable to endure these days. They’ve changed up some of the rides (the treehouse is now Swiss Family Robinson themed again, but they added a daughter’s room when it’s three sons in the book?). We spent more time on food this year, and I already desperately miss the cheese-garlic-pretzel and churro toffee. Don’t take this for an advertisement though — I feel desperately guilty about going and not boycotting. What can I say except, Mom just wanted to make me happy. That’s all I can say. Laura was happy to see us too, and I was very happy to hang out with her around the park. When we all got lunch, Mom ordered this fantastic pear lemonade, and we’re going to find a spoof online somewhere.
The plane rides to and from were alright, and nicely short. The latter flight yesterday we were going along the coast, and the captain kept telling us what was below us, but you could only see it on the other side of the plane, and Mom was sorely disappointed. I’m happy to stare at the hills and lakes, at least.
That is all I’ll go into about that. I am still spent from the flight and all the walking. I often think about how little you’ve been on vacation with us, even before you were kidnapped. Everything might’ve been a little funner if you were with us this time. I remembered keenly how much you wanted to go on Soarin’ as a toddler. Here’s one more scene I’ll leave you with: the Mark Twain at night. Mom, Laura, and I were resting a bit before going on a last few rides.
With love,
Alice