I know, I know…I’m a Scots/Irish woman. I should be supporting Scottish Independence and all that this week.
However, these two things are too good to pass up:
First snow of the season yesterday. And by “snow” I mean there were some flakes falling that sort of stuck to the wood pile at my parents’ house. So no real accumulation, although the kids at the bus stop in the morning were trying to eat the snowflakes, which I have to say is one of the fun things about snowflakes, even if it does make me think of Lucy in Charlie Brown Christmas.
(She says January snowflakes are better than December snowflakes. Maybe they’re like wine and they improve as winter goes on? No idea.)
If you’re new here, this is how I feel about snow: I like it from now until Jan. 1. Then the holidays are over, and I’m done with snow.
So this morning the State Highway Patrol had “training exercises” at work. Good thing there were lots of signs, otherwise I would’ve had a heart attack upon seeing five heavily armed and armored men entering my office. It was like the FBI raid scene in ET + The Hurt Locker all in one. Crazy.
Tonight is the opening of the last weekend for And Then There Were None. I am sad, because I really like this cast, but at least we have three shows and a cast party left! I’m hoping I can finish my grandma’s Christmas scarf while I sit backstage tonight. 🙂
In terms of cute: This picture of Baby Prince George and his parents. I mean, too cute.
“Yes, I am awesome! I am fourth in line to the throne! I want cake! Hurray!”
And this one:
“Yeah, whatever, I’m clearly the cutest thing here. Where is cake. (Yeah, I don’t have teeth. What does that have to do with anything?)”
The Pope on confession: It’s not a torture chamber.
PS: Note about the queen’s outfit, above. Someone must make her hats and coats together, because that degree of fabric match is pretty incredible. And what will that person do when the queen dies? Because I can’t see Charles going about in hats and coats like these. And I really don’t want to, either.
or: Apres moi, le deluge–Louis XV
(That’ll make sense in a minute. Trust me.)
So Wednesday was the last full conference day for dad, so we headed to EPCOT (which was, not kidding, right next door to our hotel) around 3:50. A fellow Ohioan (a woman from Dayton) was our ticket taker (although they really are no “ticket takers”, anymore. It’s all electronic: you hold your card over the Mickey Mouse head and it lights up when it’s accepted, then you put your finger on a scanner so that no one else can use your ticket if you lose it. ONLY YOU. This is more helpful for multi-day passes, not so much for us, because once we were in, we weren’t using those particular tickets again. The tickets are like credit cards–plastic, about that size, with Disney characters on them.)
I wanted to see the World Showcase first, because that’s the part I was most interested in. As we came in, the UK Pavilion was to our left, so we headed there first.
The one place I really wanted to go? Here.
I love tea, especially Twinings, and I did love it before I found out it was what Jane drank (there are references in her letters to trips to Twining’s in London for tea). The store is technically called “The Tea Caddy”, but I just called it the Twinings Place. 🙂 Here I bought a tin of Coronation Tea and a cookbook called Eating Royally, which was written by Princess Diana’s former chef. He also cooked for the Queen and the rest of the royal family. (And yes, the book has Prince William and Duchess Catherine’s wedding cake in it.)
Remember the deluge part? YEah. This is where it started.
It was a true deluge. Pouring, pouring rain. Fortunately Dad had brought out Disney ponchos, so some of us was dry (not my feet. Oh, so totally, not my feet.). We tried waiting it out in The Tea Caddy but eventually decided to soldier on to France.
Even in the rain, France is gorgeous. We decided to take shelter in their theater and watch the film Impressions de France, which was truly amazing. I’m sort of glad for the rain because otherwise I don’t know if we would have done this! I highly recommend it.
After the video, we continued our trek around the World Showcase. Our end point would be Mexico on the other side of the lagoon. We had dinner reservations for 6:30 at La Hacienda San Angel. From point to point, the World Showcase is a mile long, so we were definitely going to get some walking in.
The popcorn we bought here was amazing–covered in Werther’s caramel and dark chocolate. Holy. Moly.
We reached Mexico earlier than we planned, and fortunately, they took us early!
We both ordered the fish tacos, and I had a wonderful rose margarita, which came topped with actual rose petals and was rimmed in Hyacinth flavored sea salt. It was like drinking the best perfume. I loved it. Dad, not so much. (I know a took a picture….it’s hiding somewhere. I’ll try to post it at some point.) And yes, even without the button, we got a celebratory dessert, because Dad told our waitress, Fatima (from Mexico City) about our celebration. You can see that above. It’s AMAZING.
Something strange happened here–two parties were seated, one after the other, and both got up and left before they even ordered anything! And the first couple had ADR, as seen by their print out that were were carrying in the restaurant. Weirdest thing I’d ever seen. Who does that?
Fortified by dinner and a strong cocktail (well, on my part) we went back around the showcase. It had stopped raining, thankfully. (This is when I took most of my pictures.)
In Italy, I bought a necklace with Venetian glass pieces.
At this point, we had seen all we wanted to see and it was about 8:30ish. Our feet were not super happy with us, so we decided to head back to the hotel and be back in our room so we could see the fireworks by 9:00. We made one stop on the way out so I could buy a t-shirt for my friend Mary.
After dinner with my parents tonight, my mom pulled out a pencil and a scrap of paper. “What’s on your bucket list?” She asked me and my dad.
I’d thought about this a bit before, but my mom had never asked me. Here’s what I said:
Another item on my list: Be in a production of Les Miserables. This is going to happen this coming summer, because one of the community theater companies I work with got the rights to the new full version of the show (not the adapted “school version” which has been out for a few years.)
I am massively excited, of course. Over the past few years I’ve also done Jekyll and Hyde and Ragtime with this company, and these are two of my “dream” shows–shows I really love. Les Miserables is also in this category. Even if I don’t get an actual “part”, the chorus stuff is amazing.
So this summer brings one Bucket List item to completion. Now about the rest of them….
Amalia of Cleves, 1539, by Hans Holbein the Younger.
Amalia of Cleves (1517-1586) was the younger sister of Anne of Cleves, the fourth wife of Henry VIII. Anne and Amalia had their portraits painted by Holbein in 1539 and those portraits were sent to Henry as he was considering both sisters as possibilities for his fourth wife. Based on their portraits, he chose Anne, whom he married in 1540 and divorced later that same year. Amalia never married.