And we're back! Just got in this evening. So without further ado, here is the trip report!
Day 1 - Arrival Day. In the past we've always flown out of/into major airports. This time around, we checked the local airport, Harrisburg International (Pennsylvania), which qualifies as "international" only because of flights to Toronto. This airport is SMALL. Standing in the center of the airport, within the length of a football field I had the daily parking garage behind me, the ticket counters to my right, baggage claim to my left, and the nearest gates in front of me. Lines were all but nonexistant, even at security. Our airline's ticket counter wasn't open when we arrived - it was staffed only two hours prior to a flight. I think they have a total of twelve gates, all just a short walk from security. And visible from large windows at the end of the gate area, just beyond the end of the runway? Three Mile Island's cooling towers. No, I am not joking.
The flight was a little bumpy, but otherwise uneventful and on time. We flew into Sanford, which is larger than Harrisburg but still nowhere near as large as the airports we've used in the past (like Orlando, for example). Because of this, we got from the gate to baggage claim to the car rental counter and on the road in a matter of minutes.
This time we stayed at a timeshare off International Drive, which I can't recommend and won't name. (Just a few lowlights - the place showed its age and wasn't very well maintained. We had an in-unit washer/dryer, but I discovered the dryer didn't work at about 11:00 p.m. and had to hang my laundry from shower rods, coat hangers, and patio chairs to get it dry. We were supposed to get a midweek housekeeping visit to replenish consumables, change towels, remove trash and make beds, but the housekeeper left no new soaps or paper products, ignored the beds in the second bedroom, and removed a few used towels but didn't provide replacements.) We won't go back to that place. But we didn't know most of that when we checked in.
Dinner that night was at Boma, one of our favorite Disney restaurants. We arrived a good 15 minutes early, checked in, and were seated almost immediately. I sampled a few different salads, roasted root vegetables, cous cous with fruit, Durban chicken, beef, pork ribs, and salmon. I didn't have much room for dessert but managed a zebra dome, Kenyan coffee tart, cinnamon chocolate mouse, and panna cotta. We both left stuffed but happy.
We had a bit of an adventure on our way back to the timeshare. As you all know, the Disney folks make finding your way around the property incredibly easy with all the signs pointing the way to whichever park or resort you want to visit. Finding your way out is another matter (hubby calls it a "mousetrap" - once you're in you can't get out). So we ended up taking a wrong turn and driving through the Epcot parking lot gates before we finally found our way off property.
Thanks to the delicious but overabundant Boma dinner and a loud party in a nearby unit (I think they were in a different building, but I could still hear them - and this is another black mark against the resort for not enforcing the 10:00 p.m. quiet time), I had trouble sleeping that night. I can tell you when the party finally broke up (past 2:00 a.m.) because I was still awake. But no problem, I was on vacation and could sleep in if I wanted to.
Oh, yes - on the front of the envelope containing the resort information, it said "Welcome Home." Who do they think they're kidding?
Coming on day 2 - my sister and her family arrive.