Mickey Mouse Land

So here we are in hotel number two. It’s nicer than the first hotel. As a matter of fact, I’m tempted to see if there’s a Doubletree hotel back in Burbank. Although they do charge for parking, and the last hotel didn’t. On the other hand, there is a microwave and a refrigerator in our suite. Sweet!

When we got here, Kaitlyn saw the pool and wanted to go swimming. That was when I realized my mid-morning nap had messed up our schedule more than I’d thought. At breakfast, I said “hey, let’s go to the mall because Kaitlyn really needs new shoes before we spend the day walking around Disneyland.” But when I said that, I didn’t know I was going to snooze for two hours. When I woke up (finally) from my nap, I was groggy and didn’t put it together that I’d pretty much slept for the entire shopping time. So we got down here to Anaheim (Mickey Mouse Land, according to Kaitlyn) later than we’d intended. My brother, on the other hand, did get down here at the time we’d intended. I wonder what he did this afternoon. Ooops. It’s hard not having a cell phone for easy communication while planning.

Checking in, the woman asked for a photo id and credit card. My NC drivers license has expired, so I gave her my French license. I wanted to see how she’d react. She looked at it, didn’t open it or anything and said “oh! Vous etes francaise?” Thousands of miles away, and I’m being spoken to in French. Turns out, she is from France. Luckily, she was nice enough not to try to carry on a conversation with me in French.

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