Disney World vs South of the Border

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Disney World vs South of the Border

     We decide to take the family on a trip to Disney World. This is the five-year-old and seven-year-olds first time. It is approximately an 18 hour drive. We leave the house at about 5:30 am. No problems.

     The seven-year-old is learning about states in school. So, as we pass each state we call out its name and everyone yells or claps. That’s one state down and so many more to go.

Passing our third state the five-year-old says, “I’m tired of all these little states. Just tell me when we get to the state of Japan!” No problem.

     The day goes extremely well and the kids nap while watching Cinderella for the thousand’s time. Before we know it, the big, gaudy South of the Border sign is on the horizon. SOB is a tourist trap/rest area that has been in existence since the 1950’s. It is covered in bright, multi-colored lights, brightly painted buildings and life-size, cement, animal statues also painted bright colors. It is located on the North/South Carolina border and is almost a mandatory stop as we travel to Florida and back.  We pull into one of their parking lots.

     “Everybody up!” I call out to the family. “Time to stretch.”

     The five-year-old jumps up, looks outside the van window and yells. “We made it. Oh my Gosh, we’re really at Disney World! I can’t believe it!”

     Hubby, without missing a beat says, “Yes, we made it to Disney World! I think I just saw a princess go around the corner!”  I give him a dirty look.  He lowers his voice and says. “Just think about all the money and time we can save if they think this is Disney.” He‘s smiling, I’m not.

     The seven-year-old jumps in front of five-year-old who is now outside the van and twirling in delight. 

“This is not DISNEY!” The seven-year-old yells. Her voice gets louder at the end of each sentence.  “Do you see any CASTLES? Do you see any PRINCESSES? Do you see MICKEY MOUSE?”

     The five-year-old stops twirling and looks dejected. “Rats. I thought this was Disney.”  She crosses her arms over her chest and adds. “Well, at least tell me we’re as far as Japan.”

     Hubby and I just look at one another.  I say. “Well, I suppose we could take her to Epcot. They have a Japan.”

     “No, no,” he says. “All we need to do is tell her the Georgia Welcome Center is the entrance to Japan. She’ll never know the difference.”

      It’s going to be a long trip.

 

About Debbie Hill, deborahhillcounselor.com

Wellness Counselor, Author, Photographer, Interested in living a balanced, compassion centered life, travel, spiritual/supernatural issues, history, all things Disney. If that's not eclectic, I don't know what is.

Posted on March 3, 2013, in An American Family Moment, Are We There Yet? Travel Meanderings and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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