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Part 2
After ETR, my dad, and I headed back to The Boardwalk. Because we hate busses, we took the monorail. The monorail is a very good spot for picture taking. Here are a few of mine.
Cover your ears! "Imaaaaaagination"
EFAGF play area
One of my favorite shots of the week
More abandoned buildings (for now, anyway)
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You make the world go 'round
As we walked through WS, we stopped and watched the Canadian Lumberjacks. The wdwmagic reviews made it seem like a bunch of Canadians, doing things with an axe. There were about a hundred people blocking our way, so we stopped to watch them. They were a bunch of Canadians, doing things with an axe. Not that exciting. (Maybe its exciting to Canadians. Pkondz?)
We left EPCOT to go back to our room, to find out we were going to EPCOT for dinner, to "eat around the world".
Oh! I almost forgot to tell you about Pat! As we were walking out of the International Gateway, I saw a CM standing at the gate. This one was unusually quiet, so I looked at her when we walked out. She looked half dead, half alive, and her face was gray. No exaggeration. Gray. She looked at me, and said
"Bye everybody."
No emotion, no smile, no wave, just bye everybody. I looked at my dad, who looked at me, and I started laughing. I continued to laugh until I was on the ground, curled up in a ball, laughing. I should have gotten a picture, or video or SOMETHING!
Oh, no one finds that vaguely amusing. I guess you had to have been there.
Anyway, I had read about a gourmet grilled cheese stand, with grilled cheeses that looked very good. It was (still is) at Test Track, and it was (still is) called Taste Track. My mom, dad, and I headed over to the Odyssey pavilion, and over to TT. Taste Track was . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
closed.
Noooo! I had been waiting months to have a gourmet grilled cheese from EPCOT, for it to be closed.
So, we headed over to Sunshine Seasons to see what they had (have?).
Last year, I remember having something
VERY, VERY good, but I sadly do not remember what it was, or what was in it. Mayo and ham come to mind though.
They did not have it this year, so I had a turkey sandwich, that was good. Just good, not
VERY, VERY good, just good.
After dinner, we (by we, I mean my dad, Uncle Squid, and I) saw IROE, and I got some very good fireworks shots.
Here they are