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Going Home

I got back into town late on Monday.  And true to their word, my family did kidnap me to whisk me off to Typhoon Lagoon on Tuesday.  As we entered the Disney grounds, much to our horror we discovered that Typhoon Lagoon was closed due to inclement weather.  I looked out of our sunroof, not a cloud in the sky.

We parked in the empty parking lot so that the children could run off some frustration, and we could decide what to do with our day.  The minute I stepped outside, I was instantly glad that Disney evidently closes the water parks if the temperature does not get above 70 degrees.  I engaged in a little happy dance in secret.

Because we are always prepared for disaster, we had packed extra clothes.  And I had the good sense to throw in extra parkas into the back of the van.  We each took turns changing out of our bathing suits and into suitable clothes in the van.  

I went first.

Just as a Disney tour bus pulled into the parking lot.

There are 45 Disney tourists that are now blind, and asking for refunds.  And therapy.

We decided that we should head on over to Disney Studios (Formerly Disney MGM).  The park was nearly empty, so we were able to ride Rockin’ Roller Coaster ad nauseum until we either tired of it, or vomited.

My trip back to Texas was brief but wonderful.  There is nothing to compare to Texas.    I drank in the people, the wonderful air, and the beautiful landscape of the hill country.  

And speaking of drinking, this was what greeted me as I entered my favorite Mexican Restaurant.  

I would like to tell you that I did not get waxed while in Texas, but that would be a lie.  I even have photographic proof.

You’re disappointed. I know you are.

On Saturday, we attended the old town Helotes Market Place, and I found downtown Helotes to be nearly like I left it.  Floores Country Store was a favorite haunt while I was in high school and college.  The signs have remained intact for the last 40 years.  That comforts me.

As wonderful as it was to see those old signs and reminisce, the sign that awaited me back in Florida was by far my favorite.

It is good to be home.

5 Responses to Going Home

  • Aww! That is sweet to come home to.

    Wax away so long as there was no hair removal in the process. 😉

  • Glad you are home now and I’m assuming the wax is off! I never knew that they would close the water parks if the temps were below 70. I’d love to see 70! I will see 20 – maybe. Welcome back

  • What fond memories, both former and latter! ANd you proved once again, “There’s no place like home.” A great read, DeeDee!

  • DeeDee, you are starting to really scare me. 😉

    Helotes? We had some dear family friends who lived there until last year. Wow. I am constantly reminded at how small our earth really is!

    Love your writing – I can picture it and just laugh!

    Welcome home.


  • Ok the yes the waxing pic had me laughing. Glad you are home!