day five - where dreams come true.

the last day at the park.
this is the day that i had a trente sized iced coffee to make up for the lack of any the day before and was crazy wired all morning.
my parents said that was the first time they'd seen me smile in quite some time.

of course by this time, poor gimpy rebecca was having quite the miserable time with her fractured foot.
though she's not one to hold back a party because of her misery...so she trudged on.
her limp concerned her parents, and they nearly forced her into a wheelchair.
to no avail.

the first of the day was spent in the futuristic part of the park.

the second half was spent in the different countries part of the park.
nothing much to do except walk through and admire the fake architecture that made up fake mini villages of about 10 different countries.
with shops and restaurants in each one.
delightful.

now all through the trip people would stop my dad because of his "retired navy" hat and say "thank you for your service."
which was definitely honorable of them.
but there was this one deal old gent that stopped him and tried to, like, reminisce and talk for ages.
we finally walked away and then he looked for us an hour later because he'd remembered more stories to share.
like.
no.
stop.

towards the end of the day it started raining.
at first it was sprinkles and i rather enjoyed it.
but when we exited a ride to find it pouring and us a good far walk from our dinner reservation which was in five minutes...it wasn't that nice.
we walked from one side of the park to the other in pouring rain.
me with a gimp foot.
my dad trying to navigate.
with a five minute deadline.
it was madness.

we arrived at the nice restaurant literally drenched.
i looked like a gutter rat.
we all did.

we ended the day watching fireworks and riding a few more rides.
left on a bus.
arrived at our new orleans style hotel.
had the lobby doors opened for us by the old man with the colorfully plumed hat that is always standing there.
and the rest is history.