Posts Tagged ‘Disneyland’

Headed Back

8 July 2011

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Dear J-

We have had another full day but I’m looking most forward to collapsing in my own bed tonight. The nicest thing about travel sometimes is having it be over, but we hadanother great trip to Disneyland. figgy is now (just barely) big enough to fit on Space Mountain and so we went. You’d think that we’d have traumatized her for life by now but she’s just as happy to go on Pirates as the Tiki Room. Life is good.

1. Inside It’s a Small World. Calcifer was pretty fascinated.

2. Eighty dollars worth of food is pretty filling if you go to the right places (Rancho del Zocalo).

3. We made a last-minute decision to take the double stroller and it proved its worth over and over again for tired kids (here listing to port).

4. Pirate line. Sounds like a musical huh? I’m surprised by how efficiently the line moves: have they improved that process sine I was ten and had to wait an hour?

Mike

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Last Night Out

13 July 2010

Dear J-

The evil folks at Disney made it possible for guests of the hotels to break into Disneyland an hour early today (Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays too), so we had to take advantage of that — up by 6 and out the door to get in line by 7. We went on a couple of rides (Peter Pan and the Matterhorn Bobsleds) in order to take advantage of the early start but all it ends up really doing for us is making for a long day — we got back less than an hour ago after taking a short break during the worst part of today’s heat, so we are looking at twelve hours of pounding pavement with our feet.

It’s also the last night were spending in foreign beds; between the swim and walking I’m just about ready to keel over, so no trouble falling asleep tonight. I’m strangely heartened by the fact that figgy identifies more with the pirates than the ever-present Princess line that Disney keeps pressing into the minds of young girls (clearly it’s working, as she thought my cousin’s wife was a princess, not just a bride). So if you hear a few rounds of Yo ho yo ho, a pirate’s life for me in the near future, don’t be surprised by the little girl. Back to normal Tomorrow, and unlearning all the bad vacation habits, okay, but there’s the one habit — dreaming the implausible improbables so we can keep everyone safe.

Mike

Parkade Plaza

12 July 2010

Dear J-

I was hoping to say some nice words about taking pictures of fireworks tonight (base ISO, f/8, manual focus locked at infinity, and eight seconds or longer) but the real story is about how much parking at the Grand Californian sucks. If you’re a guest, at $300 per night, you have the choice between valet ($17 a day, which is more nominal than you’d suspect) and self-parking across the street (Disneyland Drive) in a lot designed to hold a fraction of the actual demand. It took me more time to park tonight than drive back from work.

As it turns out you can overflow park into the Paradise Pier structure, which is not a consistent message. Instead I went to the regular self-park lot, cruised around for ten minutes without luck, parked in Paradise Pier, went to the front desk who told me that I could get free valet parking if there was no self-parking left, moved the car first checking the lot if any suckers had created spaces for me (no joy), drove over to the valet and was then told that the Paradise Pier was fair game, so there I am tonight. Quality training in action.

Mike

Sketch Book

10 July 2010

Dear J-

It’s been a working vacation thus far — pressed into service for ferrying folks back and forth from airport to wedding and back, and so it’s nice to be able to finally set our feet up here at Disney’s Grand Californian and relax at least a little. We went to watch “World of Color” and, cheaping out of the actual seats, we went to the very end of Paradise Pier to see what we could see — enough that I could say that it’s a fountain show with projected film clips, but that’s a little like saying an Alfa Romeo is just a car.

I’m finding myself using the little camera I brought — a Panasonic DMC-L1 that was almost an afterthought — more than the main Olympus E-3 so far this trip. It’s more convenient and less decision-making needed, and I’m getting my head around its ergonomics, having owned and shot with its predecessor, the LC1, for nearly a year. The little pancake lens on it gives it the same stance as the LX1, which is by no means a bad thing; I’d kill for another stop of speed, but aside from that it’s been exemplary and more than up to the task of sketching out the day’s thoughts.

Mike