I’ve been wanting to fill you in on our recent trip to Florida for our first Disney cruise but I’m still recovering…from the depression.
Forgive the length of this post. It’s part travel diary, part Disney Cruise review, part True Larrick Fashion of luck and life.
There were some very wonderful and magical memories made on the trip, but unfortunately it ended badly and I am still coming to terms with it after 10 months of planning and anticipation.
Before I can begin with the magical portion of the trip, there are some miserable precursors you should know about. Dave was struggling for weeks from a gout attack that left him in a lot of pain and prevented him from walking normally. He finally got the treatment he needed (after three weeks of pain) on the Monday before our flight to Orlando.
While Dave began to feel better, I came down with a lovely stomach virus on Tuesday. I couldn’t pack or even move out of bed the entire day so we moved our flights from 7am the next morning to 1:30pm to give us time to recover (and hope no one else got sick) and pack. This move worked wonders and the four of us, plus my mom, were able to get on the plane the next day. Whew!
Day Two-Magic Begins!
We stayed two nights before our cruise at a Marriott Vacation Club. We stayed here two years ago and loved it. We had as much fun this time! The weather was magical as well! We played miniature golf, swam and sat on the balcony while our MD friends were suffering through below freezing temperature highs.
If you’ve been following me for awhile, you know that health has not been on our side. We have had a lot of illnesses this school year on top of our daily struggles. I also asked Santa to bring us a year of health and happiness. So far, that has not happened. When Dave was suffering and I was straddling the porcelain goddess, I prayed harder than I have in a long time. I prayed for health and joy. Our family needed joy so badly. Health and joy. Joy and health. Please, please, please.
So walking that evening in Disney Springs with smiles on my family’s faces, with music playing and the sun setting, I felt joy and couldn’t help but cry and be thankful.
The next morning, we drove an hour to Port Canaveral to board The Disney Dream. The whole check-in process was seamless…a bit crazy…but seamless. By the time we got a picture with Mickey, it was time to get on the ship.
I had done a TON of research and knew that for our family, our best bet was to go to the Enchanted Garden Restaurant. The drinks started to flow, the service was excellent (despite being a buffet, I never had to get out of my seat!), and we were feeling good!
We had to kill another half hour or so before our room would be available, so we checked out the kid’s club (Oceaneers Club and Lab) and the It’s a Small World Nursery. We were very impressed and excited about all we had heard and read about these kids areas, and Disney did not disappoint.
Next we headed to our rooms and they were ready! And they, too, did not disappoint. I was worried about storage, the space between kids’ sleeping areas and ours, and all the things that make life functional on a vacation. We had two connecting “Deluxe Family Oceanview Staterooms with Verandahs” and there was plenty of room for suitcases, all of our toiletries, and even our gargantuan double stroller (God Bless it).
Ben was SO excited to be tall enough for the water slide! I wish I had my camera out when he measured himself and raised his arms in delight! It was great. He is short and often too short to ride, but not this time! So he rode and rode and rode.
After the fun, we fed the kids dinner and got ready for a fancy, adults-only dinner at Remy. Remy is a rat in Ratatouille, the Disney movie if you’ve never seen it. Remy the restaurant is an indulgent, over-the-top French restaurant that doesn’t hold back a thing. There’s an extra charge to dine, but I thought it’d be something Dave, my mom and I would enjoy. And we did!!! I won’t need to go again, but it was a lovely evening and a great way to relax and begin our cruise after all the travel and kid schlepping.
The adults were a tad nervous to leave the kids on our first night at their respective hang-outs, but I had read and researched so much that I was confident they would be okay. I figured that 1) Disney hires the best of the best. 2) Kelsey had an iPad for Elmo, her paci, her lovely, tons of toys and a crib. And 3) Ben had R2-D2.
Our dinner ran late, which in our kids’ world is very late. We didn’t get to pick them up until 9:30pm. Both kids were still raging and ready to go. We couldn’t peel Ben away from his club. He had just been appointed Darth Vader and was learning “how to use the force.” I mean…come on! So the kids went to bed late and then Dave and I watched the moon descend on the horizon with a glass of vino on the verandah. Perfection.
Day Four was the most magical day of all. We woke up (no one slept well on the trip because of all the skipped naps, late bedtimes and close quarters, but that’s neither here, nor there) and went to a yummy breakfast at The Royal Palace.
Then we went to drop Kelsey back off at the nursery (bad Mommy) so we could have some QT with Ben (good Mommy). She didn’t seem to mind, though. She loved being able to do her normal thing…crawl and play…in a different setting. And the staff always said how well she did and how happy she was (YAYAYAYAYAY!).
This day on the ship was technically a day we could get off and explore Nassau, Bahamas. But, on such a short cruise (with no days at sea), I thought we’d be better to stay on the ship and explore with less crowds. We weren’t the only ones with this idea, but it all worked out fine. Dave and Ben waited (for a lengthy period) for the AquaDuck. This is a water slide/roller coaster of-sorts that circles the whole ship. It’s awesome. I think if the wait were shorter, they would have gone more than once, but they liked it, nevertheless!
After the AquaDuck, a dip in the pool, and a couple more rounds on the regular water slide, Ben was starting to fade and get cranky. “Woulllld ya want to go to the Kids’ Club????” brought an immediate “YES!” We could barely keep up with him because he couldn’t get there fast enough! And, get this, they feed them! So while Ben went on his way and Kelsey was having a ball (and being fed too!), the adults went up to one of the multiple adults-only decks. Mom-Mom granted us permission to stay up there all afternoon while the kids napped and had fun! Sweet freedom! We lounged, drank, ate, drank some more and counted our blessings.
As mentioned, the ship hosts a Pirates of the Caribbean night. We were prepared and brought costumes and accessories with us to join in the fun.
More fun was to be had after dark!
Day Five-Misery Ensues
On the morning of Day Five, my mom knocked on our connecting door to tell me Ben was sick and wanted me. He can easily be thrown off by rich foods and an interrupted schedule so I hoped it was that. I was wrong. It quickly became clear that Ben had a stomach virus. His second in two months. On a ship. In a now-what-seemed very small cabin. Because he was sick, we understood that we could no longer go ashore where our ship was now docked–Castaway Cay, Disney’s Private Island in The Bahamas. Insert many tears.
Despite the cabin being small, it did offer round-the-clock room service. As well as any Disney movie on-demand, at any time. We weren’t told to stay in our cabin, but there was really no choice for him anyway. At this point I was glad we were getting off the ship the next day, at least to be able to “escape.”
Ben was a trooper…much more than the rest of us. Until, that is, when my mom and I went to take Kelsey to dinner. He complimented Kelsey on her cute dress, as he often does as such a sweet older brother, and then as we said good-bye, he said, “No! Wait for me!” We told him he couldn’t go and would have to stay in the room. That’s when he lost it. He burst into tears and was hysterical. He was okay all day, but then, I think as he started to feel better, he wanted to go. :(((( It was so sad. He (besides me) was most-excited about “da cruze.” He got the joy I was praying for, but it came to a screeching halt, a day too soon.
We missed out on the private island and all it had to offer. I had been so excited for Ben (and Kelsey) to be able to swim in an ocean without rough waves. I was excited for the water playgrounds to be experienced both in the ocean and on the shore. I was excited for Ben and Dave to feed the stingrays. And I was excited to eat, shop and play with all the things I had been reading about…in lovely weather, nonetheless. Instead we visited the spa (I know…woe is me, but it was super sad and not relaxing, albeit expensive), did a beer tasting, ate, shopped and drank our woes away.
With Ben feeling much better and sleeping all night, we packed up and headed to breakfast before disembarking. This part is tough because your bags have to be packed the night before, except for what you carry. I have some tips for anyone planning a trip like this but I’ll save the rest of you from those details.
While at breakfast, I “thanked God” that Dave had changed our flight from the original 5:30pm to 1pm the day before when Ben was in bed. We suddenly needed to get home faster and waiting around in an airport did not sound desirable. Plus when Dave originally booked our flights, I don’t think either of us realized how early you disembark (8am). Literally, the second after I made that proclamation, Dave checked his phone to find out that our flight had been CANCELED due to an impending ice storm due to hit Baltimore around the same time we would land. I did not believe Dave. It took him about three times to convince me he wasn’t pulling my leg. It could not be possible…a stomach bug, a changed flight…only to be canceled! But it was.
So that brought breakfast to an abrupt stop. Dave then spent the next 45 minutes on hold with Southwest while hundreds of other people were trying to find a way home. No people we could see, though. The cruise, no matter stomach bug or canceled flight has a air of merriment and joy (go figure). A good southern woman commented to me (with a scowl on my face) while waiting in line for the bathroom, “Did y’all have fun!? Isn’t it just the best!?” Needless to say we weren’t feeling joy and fun as much as bitterness and irritation.
After waiting on hold, doing research and much discussion, we decided to drive (the estimated 13 hours) home. There wouldn’t be any flights available until Wednesday and we were probably better off to just drive.
So drove, we did. In a rented Toyota Sienna with snacks, phones, pacifiers, laptops, loveys, a Nintendo DS and not-much patience, we drove. We made it to North Carolina before the weather reports we were hearing encouraged us to stop for the night. Right about that time Dave was bit by the stomach bug. It was close, but we just made it to the Marriott in Fayetteville, NC.
Dave took one room, and my mom and I and the kids took another. We settled into bed, thinking the misery was almost over. But…in true Larrick fashion (thanks, friend, who coined this new favorite phrase of mine) the fire alarms in the hotel went off. It scared all of us, but Kelsey was inconsolable for the better part of an hour when they sounded three more times. I sat, rocking her, in pure disbelief. Numb.
Day Seven (One day longer than our trip was planned to be)
We made it through the night, and with Dave feeling better in the morning, we continued along towards Maryland. After leaving Orlando at 9am on Monday and after many, many pit stops and one over-nighter, we arrived back home in Mt. Airy at 4:30pm on Tuesday. Home, sweet home.
A Week Later
I’m still in disbelief. Well, not really. As another friend said, “If you didn’t have bad luck, you’d have no luck at all.” I believe this is our story. Our story is always like this. Bad with the good. Good with the bad. But I really, really wanted a trip with Joy and Health (and no ‘bad’) to help lift all of our spirits. It did in some ways, but the scar on the trip will bum me out for a long time. I’m not sure I’ll ever get Dave on a cruise again. He wasn’t a big fan of the idea to begin with. While it was magical, I thought for sure he’d go for it again, but now, I’m not so sure.
As I’ve moped around the last week, I came to the realization that I’m always a little sad after a trip is over. You plan and prepare and get excited for so long, that once it’s done, there’s some sadness. So I’m sure it’s that too. Disney Depression. But the sad ending to our trip definitely isn’t helping. I’m not the only one either. We’ve all had trouble with “re-entry” into the real world.
Thanks for listening to me vent. We really are lucky to be able to go on trips like this and I know that. We’ll march on. And we’ll HOPE for better LUCK in the future.
P. S. Feel free to ask ANYTHING about the cruise, itself! I would still highly recommend it to anyone looking for a little magic and joy.