If how tired you are after your vacation is an indication of how good it was, my vacation must have been bloody spectacular. Because I’ve got sore throat, runny nose, and my back feels like there’s a knife in it. Any more fun and I’d be dead right now.
But a good time was had by all. My parents are another year older and another year slower than the last time we did the theme park thing, but that didn’t stop us from doing Walt Disney World right. I did learn though that there’s no longer any such thing as a slow season at the Mouse House. There’s just busy and rush hour in Calcutta. Fortunately, we weren’t too much about riding rides, and the ones we did want to see didn’t have very long lines, showing just how out of touch our tastes are with modern tourists. Mostly, we were content to wander around the various parks at a leisurely pace, taking in the sights and trading stories about previous visits. And eating. Oh god don’t forget the eating. It’s a good thing we walked everywhere, because I needed to burn the calories. EPCOT alone may remain wedged in my digestive system for months.
I also got a kick out of all the former Marines who stopped my dad to shake his hand. With my demeanor, I’d last about a week in any kind of military organization, but I have to admit, I felt a little envious of him being part of that kind of fraternity. My dad served back in the 60s, right before Vietnam went truly insane, but he happily traded stories about Paris Island with Marines who just got out a year ago. He certainly wasn’t some great military hero, but he did have the stones to go and serve at a time when it wasn’t just a quick way to earn college credit, so I’ve got to give him respect for that. And it was good to see that shared by other people.
All in all, it was an all too brief visit that once again reminded me how lucky I am to have the parents I do. And how lucky they are they got out of town before my body went all to hell.