Saturday, April 23rd….the conclusion:
Back at the hotel, Steve immediately collapsed onto the bed. His allergies had been bothering him all day long (he sneezed a thousand times…..and I’m not exaggerating on that number….on the commute to Buffalo alone), and despite attacking the onslaught with pills, eye drops and nasal spray, he still continued to suffer
. Combining the evening’s gluttonous indulgences to the tiring commute and allergy onslaught, it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He was done like dinner
.
Jake and I left him sprawled on the bed (despite the sniffling and snuffling, he looked comfy) and we headed to the indoor pool area on the first floor for a therapeutic soak in the hot tub. There were several kids splashing and carrying on in the pool (not in a bad way at all…just having a rocking good time on the night before their vacation began) so it definitely wasn’t a quiet evening in the tub … but it felt great nonetheless. The hot tub here is kept a nice, steamy temperature (which Jake and I prefer….unlike Steve, we love water that’s hot enough to turn our skin red like lobsters) and after a half day of being cooped up in the Journey, this was heaven
.
Not a picture from this trip, but one from December……this time, I didn’t bother dragging the camera down with us:
Eventually, we shuffled ourselves back up to the third floor to change into our jammies. The plan was for an early lights out as our wake-up call was scheduled for long before the rooster crowed. But first, we had this to take care of:
We weren’t hungry, but we ate anyway………because it was so, soooooo good
.
While Steve was still in and out of consciousness until that point in time (softly snoring, still sprawled on the bed, when we came back into the room), the prospect of fresh cheesecake manage to rouse him quite effectively
. All the while protesting that he still felt like he couldn’t eat another bite, the cheesecake bit the dust with the appropriate
sighs and
mmmmmm’s added in for effect. Jake and I split the chocolate cake…..the portion size was easily shareable between two, and in fact, we still couldn’t finish it even with both of us putting up our best effort. I can easily say this was the best restaurant chocolate cake I have ever eaten……the only thing that was lacking was a large glass of cold milk. I briefly considered dashing down to The Landing, just off the lobby, to snag one up but my laziness overruled
. Needless to say, the Cheesecake Factory didn’t disappoint on our main meal, and it continued to impress where dessert was concerned.
We refused to think of the calories we consumed just then: it would have seriously sucked the joy from the moment.
We flipped off the lights around 10 pm. I ordered Jake, the family night owl, to turn the TV off at 10:30. We all bent an ear toward the hallway…..silence
. Would it last?
Well, it did until my boys began to snore: first Steve, then Jake
. And that, my friends, was the only noise we heard all night long. Let me hear a hallelujah from the crowd!
Sunday, April 24th:
The wake-up call, pre-arranged the night prior, jangled us into consciousness at 4:00 am. With only one bathroom and three of us needing showers, we had no time to spare…..it was travel day, baby!
I took the first shift in the shower, then Steve was next. Jake was super excited to be coaxed from his snuggly cocoon….not
:
Eventually, we were ready to roll and we hauled our luggage down to the lobby to snag a quick breakfast before boarding the shuttle. My stomach was revolting something terrible
(a combination of excitement and the sweet sins of the night prior……unfortunately for me, along with his prominent nose, I inherited a sensitive tummy from my Dad…..so just about anything can upset my insides at any given time) so I pretty much took a pass on a morning meal. The guys were happy to indulge, though….some waffles, eggs, toast, sausage and yogurt to get them through until the snacks were distributed on the plane.
It was quiet in the lobby at that hour of the morning. We were one of only three bleary-eyed families in the breakfast room.
While the guys finished off their breakfast, I checked us out of the hotel (yay! we broke the curse of the Days Disaster!) and beckoned the shuttle. It came screeching to a halt at the front door in, maybe, three minutes. Super fast
.
Our shuttle driver was apparently in training for the Indy 500
, because we made it across the street and to the airport doors as if we were on some sort of four-wheeled rocket ship. Steve and Jake joked that this was our first
flight of the day. If they were going for a swift service, they most certainly achieved it
.
Buffalo Airport was still half asleep at that hour of the morning, so there was no line for bag check at the Jetblue counter. We already had our boarding passes printed, so after checking our suitcases we went right to security and breezed through in seconds using the expedited lane afforded to us by our Even More Space seat upgrade. We checked emails and surfed the net while we waited at our gate
.
The excitement was starting to kick in, and my stomach had mercifully stopped rolling. We were all more than ready to get this show on the road……in just a couple short hours, we would be breathing in the warm Florida air and feeling that marvelous sun on our pale faces!
The flight was on time and wonderfully uneventful……no turbulence or delays of any kind. My window was woefully in need of a cleaning, though:
….but that’s literally the worst complaint I can come up with. Oh, and Steve though the movie selection was a disappointment. He ended up sleeping most of the way.
About here, we excitedly noted that we were just above the exact location of our dear friends.
@dsmom ! (I know you couldn’t see us, but I hope you could sense us waving at you and David from 35,000 feet!
)
We landed, picked up our luggage, and headed to the garage to pick up our vehicle from Dollar. After a bit of an administrative issue
(apparently they have new systems that wreaked havoc with our pre-paid reservation, specifically because it was pre-paid with my credit card but Steve was the primary driver on the booking: I guess that’s a no-no now? At any rate, they were good about adjusting things and we only experienced a slight delay as a result) we were loading our bags into the back of a white Kia Optima and heading out of the garage.
For whatever reason, our GPS always has a hard time acquiring a signal when we are initially leaving the airport, so we ended up making a wrong turn before her directions kicked in and put us back on the right path. Steve-o didn’t trust his co-pilot in the passenger’s seat, who (just for the record) had made mention that he shouldn’t have turned when he did
. But hey….we had nothing but time. A small detour was no biggie….except that Mr. Allergies was still feeling a bit crabby so he was quite annoyed by the whole thing.
We were not scheduled to meet with our personal concierge at the Vistana until 1 pm for the VIP Check-In, so we opted to have lunch before heading to the resort. The guys were starving (as was I….remember, I had only eaten literally two bites of toast at the hotel and a tiny bag of cookies on the plane since the chocolate cake the night before) so we were all getting a little hangry
. This vacation was all about indulging Jake in his favourites, since it was to be his last trip for quite some time, so it was no-brainer as to where we would head for our arrival day meal: Cici’s it would be.
Cici’s was a good choice, really. No waiting for food, all we cared to eat, and super affordable. The Cici’s location we like best (always clean and bright, with great staff) is also conveniently right across from the resort. It was surprisingly quiet as we seated ourselves and enjoyed a pizza and pasta feast.
Bad trip reporter that I am, I didn’t even take any pictures…..but remember, I said we were all a little hangry (and Steve was still brooding a teeny bit about the GPS letting him down) so no one was in any real mood for photos, anyway. We just wanted to eat
. And you know…..it was the balm our weary travelling souls needed. The buffet was great, with lots of tasty pizzas (including thin crust and stuffed crust) to be enjoyed. It’s not fine dining by any stretch, but we always find it to be an incredible value. Our three buffets totaled $22.34 with tax and we more than enjoyed our money’s worth.
Jake was feeling the effects of his indulgences as we left the restaurant. We have no self control
.
It was about 12:30 by this point, so we decided to head to the resort in hopes that our VIP Check-In concierge would maybe be able to see us a few minutes earlier than were scheduled.
More to come!