... and I'm a Walt Disney World addict. I know what I said a few months ago (that it would be a long time before I planed another trip). I know what I thought while I was down there.... (I can point people to the nearest restroom from any point in all four parks... I'm scaring myself). I want to go to Seattle. I want to see Yellowstone. I want to hike in the middle of nowhere Utah. I want to see a Broadway show On Broadway. I want to see the Prince Edward Island I have read about in books. I want to go to the United Kingdom and Norway and Nepal. I know, I know, I know this! And yet... when I got a pin code in my e-mail box yesterday offing 40% off my next trip (almost anytime of the year).... I jumped on it.
I called my friend, the Disney Travel agent, and asked her if she could hook me up. (When your on a first name basis with a travel agent that deals only in Disney and lives in New Jersey ... you have problems. BIG problems.)
I just. Can't help it. Really. I feel like the fat kid in a candy shop right now. Who needs to go to the mecca of conspicuous consummation once a year? Me. Me the girl who frets over reusable bags and cloth napkins and is trying hard to make everyone of her Christmas presents by hand with repurposed, recycled materials. I want to rip my hair out, and jump on a plan for Orlando.
photo by katy - Cinderella's Castle, Magic Kingdom 2009