My wife, the beautiful J4*, points out correctly that I have glossed over a few key items
One is my dancing. Oh, I’m happy here at WDW. There is music in the air. So I encourage my family to dance with me. Anywhere.
The other is my wildlife photography. J7 loves animals. I, being a biology major once upon a time, have a fondness for them too. So what has most caused me to whip out the camera? A wandering princess? The imposing sphere of Spaceship Earth? No. A bunny and a frog. It was a cute little bunny in
The frog joined us at the bus stop at
That brings me to last night. We took the bus to Downtown Disney. I became covetous of a Chernabog crystal sculpture (the figures from “Ave Maria” march across a bridge imbedded in the crystal of Chernabog’s bald mountain base - those Fantasia-challenged, see below!). We were urged on by the kids to World of Disney (or WOD) to see the new Adventure and Princess rooms.
The Adventure rooms are petty neat. Large displays of pirate skeletons and a talking pirate animatronic (urging you to buy, of course! Of course he also repeatedly says, “Take what ye can, give nothing back!” so one wonders if that could be a suggestion to shoplift!). The kids made pirate hats - you buy the base hat and snap on patches and medallions. Cast members there tell me that many people don’t realize there is a charge for each doodad - the $10 base hat and $7 base bandana can easily become $20. The kids will put these to good use on pirate night on the cruise.
The princess room is kind of boring. They have an animatronic too, but it’s a creepy looking girl dressed as a generic princess. The big draw here is the Bibbidy Bobiddy Bootique, a makeover for girls (it appeared very popular with long haired girls, who were clustered about the entrance, although at this late hour no one appeared to be inside.
We left, with pirate hats and a watch for me (I love this one with a Velcro wrist band - I had one that I wore until it fell apart, and somehow managed to loose the replacement I last bought).
Back on the bus. Speaking of busses, we noticed an odd phenomenon. Both on the bus there and the bus back, there were folks seeking the Polynesian. One was a family trying to get to their dinner reservations. Apparently, they were instructed to go to Downtown Disney and get on the bus at stop 3, which they did. They didn’t connect with the fact that multiple buses stop at stop 3, and that the sign saying “
They, however, were not alone. Returning at 11 PM, another family was apparently on the wrong bus. The parent(s) sent their boy up to the driver to ask if the bus they were on was going to the Poly. A move I can understand - always better to have the kids do the dirty work when you can! 
So those not frequent Disney bus riders, note the big orange letters on the front and side of the bus. They will tell you where the bus will go, and only where the bus will go, not just the next stop. If the sign hasn’t changed fro where you are now to the destination, ask before boarding. Being trapped in the bus system is a circle of Disney Hell a few levels below being trapped on small world.
Today, Boma for breakfast, AK and then Jiko (first time!) for dinner. J7 loves AK, so this should be a good day for her!
