It was Spring, 2005. Megan was 14 and Joseph nearly 10 – Our Disney World touring plans were simple: Do as much as possible everyday for the five days we’d be there. We’d hit the ground running and go, go, go for 15 or more hours straight.
Magical Memory Monday – Disney Touring ’til We Drop!
We began in Magic Kingdom, I remember that well because we wanted Space Mountain to be our first and last ride of the trip. We were staying at the Contemporary for the first time and were in a garden wing which was a huge splurge for us. We felt like the luckiest family in the World.
Looking back, I can still recall exactly the excitement of the attractions and the fun we had trying new restaurants and other experiences. We’d mastered the art of taking turns at being the runner for getting paper FastPasses and we all felt like the amount of things we saw and did each day was tremendous. As was, and still is, a much beloved vacation tradition, we paused every evening long enough to enjoy a nice dinner in a table service restaurant where we’d talk about the wonders we’d enjoyed that day and what we were looking forward to for the next.
For the very last day of the trip, we’d made a reservation at the California Grill. We spent the day at Magic Kingdom and before we walked back to our room to change for dinner, we grabbed some FastPasses for Space Mountain. The timing couldn’t have been better. We’d be able to enjoy our nice dinner and have plenty of time to go back to Magic Kingdom and finish our vacation exactly the way we’d planned.
California Grill was great! We were seated near the window and had a wonderful time enjoying the delicious food and wonderful view. About halfway through our entrees, I noticed our little group had gotten very quiet. I glanced around the table. Raymond and Megan were happily eating, but Joseph, who’d leaned his head back onto the window, was sound asleep. I called to him softly by the nickname I’d given him when he was born, “Sonny?” Without opening his eyes, he replied, “Ma’am?” I asked, “We’ve still got our FastPasses for Space Mountain, are you going to be up for that?” His eyes were still closed, but his answer was firm, “Yes, ma’am.”
And when dinner was over, he perked right up and we did indeed make our way back to Space Mountain. Five days of non-stop park touring had certainly worn us out, but we wouldn’t have changed a single moment. Our family vacation motto was born…We’ll rest when we’re dead.
What’s your favorite Walt Disney World park touring memory?