Epic Mousejunkies Journey: Day 1 – getting there

I rummaged through my luggage when the doorbell of my house rang.

I answered it. The woman standing in the doorway was my mom’s hockey teammate and best friend, Jodi. She had come to pick us up and bring us to the airport to leave for Walt Disney World in Orlando, Florida.

My mom and I threw our stuff into Jodi’s car. My dad had left early and took all our luggage, so luckily  me and my mom only had to carry a couple of carry on bags. As soon as we got to the airport, Jodi said her final good-byes and drove away.

The author, Katie, 10, on the left, and Amy (also known as "my mom" in the blog) on the right.

At the airport, well nothing really happened. Just plain old airport stuff. We went through security, sat down and waited for the plane.

I hopped onto the plane as soon as it arrived. I got a window seat for once. During the flight, I did every single page of homework while listening to music. As soon as I was done with all of the homework I played my DSI for the last half hour. Then the three hours were up. I was in Florida – but not Disney, yet. For the first time I realized how beautiful the Florida airport was.

“I could live here!” I exclaimed.

I got on the tram, which was sort of like a train but way faster, indoors and only takes like one minute. Then we waited at the bus stop for the Magical Express – the bus that takes you to Disney. All of a sudden it came, and my mom and I boarded. We waited for a while when we arrived at Kidani Village, which is the hotel we were staying at. My mom got our room keys and we walked and walked and walked until we finally reached our hotel room. We put our things down and relaxed on our balcony. There were animals you would definitely not see in New Hampshire.

There were Ankole cattle, antelopes, an ostrich and giraffes.

This is a giraffe I saw from our balcony.

I could see the cattle the best. There were two – one had lighter skin/fur and a spot that looked almost like a bruise. The second one had darker skin/fur. The lighter one wouldn’t stop scratching his head on trees and the darker one wouldn’t stop eating. At one point the lighter one just laid down. The darker one approached and I started cracking up. The reason was because the darker one was pooping. Then it, too, laid down. They stayed like that for the longest time. I felaxed on teh balcony for a little while while my mom stayed inside played on the laptop and watched TV.

Soon enough I went back inside to join her. After a little bit my mom got a text from my dad that said that we would meet in the lobby. He wasn’t in our room because there was a “Mousejunkies” meet in the Polynesian, which is another hotel. “Mousejunkies” are the books he wrote, and the fans of his book came to meet him.

My mom and I walked it seemed like miles from our room to the lobby. When I saw my dad I hugged him. I hadn’t seen him for days. Our family was re-united.

We ate dinner at Sanaa, an Indian/African restaurant in our hotel, went back to our room and went to sleep.