Monday, May 30, 2016

A pirate's life for me

For my last hurrah during home leave, Leila, LB and I visited Disney World. Leila, the expert, arranged a very efficient trip that allowed us to hit the coolest rides while everyone else was standing in the regular lanes.

Honestly, I don’t understand all the ins and outs of the knowledge that comes with frequent Disney trips, but I am thankful to be able to benefit from the knowledge.  (Case in point: the meal plan. I still don’t understand the rules, but, following Leila’s direction, we stuck with out pre-paid food limits and I wasn’t out any out-of-pocket money at all.

We had one major hiccup, but it wound up paying off. The first morning, Leila and I went our separate ways so that I could catch up with Dana, down visiting for Tom’s nephew’s high school graduation. That was such a blessing on the timing; I had no idea she’d be down there when I planned the trip and had failed in my attempts to get to Detroit.

So hanging out with Dana was definitely the highlight for the first day, followed by the lowlight of trying to get into our hotel room. Leila and I had checked in at 8 a.m., but the room wasn’t ready, of courses. Since the transportation system took me from Disney Springs (what I know as Downtown Disney) to the hotel before I could get to the Magic Kingdom, I figured I’d check out the room first. It took longer than I expected.

When we arrived, we were told we’d be in building 39, but the text message told us 3720, so I went to that room. These days, there are no keys and all you do is press this watch band thing to the door and you get it. It’s also used for food and tickets – kind of scary.

Where to properly sleep with the fishies
Anyway, I went right into the air conditioning and immediately noticed three suitcases that weren’t ours. That started the saga. I called the front desk and explained that my key had opened the room they said we’d get but someone else’s luggage was there. I was on hold forever and a day, and right when the guy came back I was reaching for the remote control and the phone fell and cut him off.

So I started over with another guy and went through it all again. He told me they’d switched our rooms and to go to 3629 and he’d call me there, so I did. It was a building over and when I got there, the key didn’t work, so I went all the way back to building 37 and called again. I got a third person, who told me to go back to the other room and a runner would be there to pick up my watch band thingie in order to re-key it. This didn’t make a lot of sense since they’d initially keyed it remotely, but whatever.

I headed over there and sure enough, a lady standing there, greeting me with, “I’ve been waiting and wondered where you were.” Quite exasperating, considering I’d been going back and forth between buildings, but she let me in and then disappeared with my watch band thing.

Fifteen minutes later and texting Leila all the while, she still wasn’t back and I called the front desk for the fourth time. They said they’d just received the key (it’s a large place, I give them that) and they’d get it back to me in another 15 minutes or so.
Bathroom privacy curtain scared LB to death

By this time, it had become annoying since it was eating into my Magic Kingdom time and getting dangerously close to FastPass time. I mean, it was after 3:30 p.m. and I hadn’t even entered MK for the day yet. But a quarter of an hour later, I got the key and ran to the bus stop, where the next bus wouldn’t arrive until 4:04 p.m., according to the announcement board.

Leila messaged me and said go back to the room and call the front desk and explain the FastPass thing. The whole point of the trip was to enjoy Disney, and I was going to miss my well-thought-out-plans. I did that, and the woman changed my FP for the one ride to be “open,” meaning I could go at any time separate from my party with no expiration. She also had the gall to tell me that I’d have no problem making my window, because once I got to the park I’d just turn left – she’d made it from hotel to Thunder Mountain in 20 minutes, no problem. Of course, I am not her, am more familiar with Hong Kong Disneyland than Orlando Magic Kingdom and, as of that moment, still sitting in a hotel room on the phone instead of catching a bus scheduled for 4:04.

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But I tried. I hung up and went back to the bus stop, where it’d been pushed back to 4:19, but what can you do? I came and I got to MK and found Leila, who’d gone through her own drama more successfully than me. She’d lobbied in person and got the whole lot of FastPasses reorganized so that the vacationing crew could stay together.

Fast forward to later that evening: We left the park exhausted, but still not really understanding what had happened at the resort. I mean, they switched our rooms for some reason, then gave us the runaround. On the way to the rooms, Leila went to the front desk, where she tried to get answers. Considering we’d checked in at 8 a.m., it was just bizarre that somehow I lost about two hours of my life for something that could have been so simple to do.

We never got answers, but we got an $80 credit to our account to make up for the hassle. They also gave us extra FastPasses for the following day, which saved me enough time to compensate for going from building to building. So that was fair compensation.
Before we left the park that evening, we got another bonus. Leila went to the FP area to check up on our FPes and noticed something was askew. She asked the cast member to help, and in assisting us, he learned it was LB’s birthday trip and my “between tours” time and he gave us an extra FastPasses for that. So those turned out to be real bonuses.

I think in the end, we went standby on one, maybe two, rides all weekend. I almost did the Star Tours ride standby when the line was only 10 minutes anyway, but right at the gate, a guy was standing there giving away his FP, so I basically walked right on that one, too.

Chest of (dead man's) drawers
The park – and many of the rides – have changed since I was there last, like Pirates. That’s not how I remembered it. A couple others are totally new, like a Toy Story thing in Universal. (Not to be confused with the Buzz Lightyear one in EPCOT.) There’s also a Snow White roller coaster that we did twice – once in the morning, and once during the fireworks.

Sunday, we took a third of a day or so and hung out at our hotel, which was the Caribbean resort on property. We stayed in pirate rooms! I loved it. I splurged on the room, I know, but when else am I going to sleep in a pirate bed?

There was a pool and a splash pad. When we hit the pool, it was closed for the time being, as it was being cleaned. (A little girl tipped me off: “Someone poopied in the pool.”)

So we hit the splash pad, which was pirated-themed with a broken ship-ish sort of thing in a tidal pool. Kids, all under 48 inches, were everywhere, with parents kind of keeping a wary eye. I sat in the water to keep an eye on LB, as her mom hung back in the hotel room for a little. It was great fun, splashing around. Kids had water cannons and there were two slides. Bells would ring, signaling that water would soon pour out of a couple places and as the kids figured that out there’d be a mass storm to get in the line of fire.

Eventually, the poopie got cycled out and the big pool opened up, so we rotated there. That slide was fabulous, and for adults, too. It was a huge, dark and winding tunnel. LB and I did it twice each, with her wearing a lifejacket the whole time. Sadly, lunch called so we had to abandon ship (literally) to eat and then head back to Universal for the fun Toy Store midway ride. It was my first introduction to that ride and I felt my 65,800 points was respectable.

Shower curtain
We traded with the Jawa, one of whom managed to pickpocket me, and saw the Star Wars exhibit. It was really cool, the way it was done. They made it out to be something like a hall of fame. You’d see a display of helmets and they’d be captioned something like, “Luke Skywalker wore this helmet when he …” instead of something like, “The prop Mark Hamill wore in a scene depicting …” They made it up like something that happened historically, albeit a long time ago in a galaxy far away.

All trip, the food was darn good. Oddly, the most fantastic dish was macaroni and cheese. Sounds bizarre, but it also had lobster, which put it so far over the top it was incredible. I never knew mac and cheese could be so good.

But we also had clams and shrimp, and I had salmon at every meal that started after 11 a.m. We did two breakfasts in the Beast’s castle, which had themed rooms you can’t see unless you eat there. The last day was a character breakfast at one of the other resorts, where Leila and LB got to meet Lilo and Stitch, one of their highlights.

The whole weekend was lots of highlights, really. I had a blast. But now it’s over and a week from now I will be in Turkey. It’s getting close.

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Crazy Cooter coming at ya

Been away from Florida for a week and head back to Havana tomorrow. This has been the first of two little vacations while on home leave.

Home leave itself is not a vacation, or at least it’s not a vacation for me. I have been spending most of mine in doctors’ appointments or the yard.

One of the things I learned this home leave is that azaleas can be weeds. Never knew that, but oh, man, they are beasts. I have been down by the road, trying to tame the azaleas closest to Kocur’s grave. I wound up just cutting them all to the stubs and then burning them. That last step was to get rid of the pine straw stuck in them and to try to kill the viney things.

Those things are awful, and my last step on the azaleas – not yet complete – has been to dig up the tubers, which will never, ever end. I have spent several hours digging up the roots and filled multiple wheelbarrows full of the suckers. I have raked until the cows came home. And it’s still not done.

I took off this week to take Zippy to Nashville, and from there we went to visit Karen/Henry and Charles/ML, with bonus family members at each stop.

Nashville, and Tennessee in general, are just fun places, and way more pretty than Florida. (And I say that as a proud Floridian.) Hills, mountains, lakes – just a much prettier drive than on I-10.

Anyway, after the first day of games, we hit the Grand Ole Opry, which was cool to see.  We’d done the Ryman on a previous trip so this completed the circle, so to speak. Had a nice time and caught a glimpse of Sara Evans, who was backstage for some reason. (There weren’t any shows that day; not a clue why she was there.)

We exited a different road than we went in, as we drove a little way down the street, we saw “Cooter’s Garage.” My driving class instructor from a couple weeks ago would have been so proud of the hairpin turn I made to pull into the driveway. I mean, come on, if that wasn’t draw enough, it was right next to the Willie Nelson museum! How could I pass that up?

The chintz-o-meter rocketed off the charts. It was fantastic. No place anywhere in the world could have more “Dukes of Hazzard” props and memorabilia, plus a whole room full of merchandise.  I loved it, I loved it.

They had the door from Uncle Jesse’s house, Dixie, Cooter’s truck (Zippy claims absolutely no memory of Cooter, and I do not know how that is even possible), several pairs of Daisy’s shorts and of course, the General Lee.  The best display was a mock kids’ room that had every TV-tie in toy created. Little General Lees, posters, action figures and everything else.


Sadly, our Nashville trip was a bit mis-timed. Not only did we miss a free Keith Urban concert that had been a few days earlier, but we also were there just a week earlier than a Bo and Luke appearance: John Schneider and Tom Wopat (be still my heart!) will appear at Cooter’s Garage on May 21.

Home leave is a Congressionally-ordered time that foreign service officers have to spend in America to get back in touch with the countries they represent. And, possum on a gum bush, what better way to get back in touch with America than to spend time in Nashville and with the Dukes of Hazzard?

Yeehaw!

Monday, May 9, 2016

In between

Right now, I feel like I don’t belong anywhere.  Batgirl begs to differ, because in her Chihuahua-sized brain, my sole existence at the moment is to rub her tummy. But in the world of the two-legged mammals, I feel like I’m marking time, biding my time between Guangzhou and Istanbul.

Guangzhou seems so far away and Istanbul seems like it’s on some distance horizon that might never get here. It’s really weird, especially for Guangzhou. It’s as far away as Peace Corps, even though it was barely a month ago that I left.

And Istanbul seems like it will never arrive. I think being off office email is part of that; I am so out of the loop it’s not funny. But I did get my housing, so that made it seem a little bit more real.

The housing is within walking distance from work, which is what I hoped for. I had no idea what it would be like, but by the information I got it seems nice. Second floor, overlooks the outdoor pool and has three bedrooms.  The complex also has an indoor pool, racquetball and basketball courts and a little gym. So it looks nice.

It’s a ways away from the metro, but I knew it’d either be close to work or close to downtown, and I opted for the one I knew I’d spend more time at. Let’s face it, I’m a homebody. I think I’ll be good with it.

So in the mean time, I’m hanging here and doing a bunch of yard work in between visits with friends. I’ve spent time in the yard every day I am home long enough to get any work done, which is most days. Today I was out there from about 8:30 to 11 and came close to finishing off one project. Another day, I had 13 piles of leaves burning at one shot, and that was just a mere corner of the yard.

I took a day off and helped Leila clear out a part of her yard. Basically I razed a raised garden that had been abandoned for a couple of years. She and Riley are busy planting today, I think.

Tomorrow the plan is to hang out with Leanne and James and see “The Jungle Book” for his birthday. I’m not sure of the details. Tuesday I’m driving Zippy to a softball tournament.

Thanks to Florida Law Weekly, I went to all three of FSU’s games against Bowling Green, which was cool. The Noles won all three, and since they scored 10 runs in the middle game, we got coupons for free Chic-Fil-A.

Food is a HUGE part home leave, and I’ve officially gained over 10 pounds while here. Dang. But I’ve eaten at Hopkins three times, Wahoo, Seinyard, OneFresh Stir Fry and lots of other places. For the most part, we’ve been out to lunch at least once a day since I got here.

There are few exceptions to that, but yesterday was one. I was able to get into the kitchen and made some really good lentil soup.  I miss cooking.

I guess it’s a good home leave. I’m tired of doctors’ appointments, for sure. I’ve had 12 in the first 10 working days and start the week with another. So tired of copays!