We left Miami today. Goodbye, grapefruit-boobed girls! Goodbye Ritz Carlton with the fancy bathtub!
I made fun of Josh for slumming it on coach airplane seats; he confessed this was only his second time not being in first class seats. It was pretty funny. I was almost positive we weren't going to be sitting next to goats or anything. Before we left I was reading stuff people wrote about flying, and there was a lot about cruel flight attendants, but I didn't notice that at all. There was no hot towel but everyone seemed just as nice on this flight as they were on the other one. There was just a lot less space. Being tall really sucks on airplanes.
Josh had asked before we left Manhattan, back when he was planning this trip, if I wanted to go swimming with dolphins, and I was so torn. I freaking love animals. I saw Free Willy. I remember talking to my mom about Elian Gonzalez and how he claimed dolphins helped him stay afloat. The idea of playing in the water with animals seems so outrageously cool! But I also saw The Cove.
Ultimately I feel like if I want to play with dolphins the way to do that is to become a vet. Something about such a big mammal being in such a small enclosure feels wrong to me. Only the ones that have been so injured that they wouldn't survive in the ocean should be kept. But forcing them to perform every day rubs me the wrong way. The idea of people screaming and banging on the glass bothers me. I don't want to contribute to that in any way. Even though I'd love to go swimming with dolphins, until you can show me them communicating that they like it, I won't do it. So we didn't go to Sea World.
Today was a very packed day. We went for one last walk on the beach in Miami, then flew to Disney, and after checking in looked into going to one of the two water parks, but both were closed for refurbishments. We wound up going to Hollywood Studios, which was a lot of fun. To be honest, I'm not really into the animation or Disney stuff, but they had a lot of special effects stuff for movies that was cool. After dinner, we went to Cirque du Soleil which was probably the most awesome thing I ever saw in my entire life. I need to find a way for my sisters to see it in New York. Seriously, I could watch that every single day and never get tired of it. I definitely want to buy my sisters stuff that's Cirque du Soleil themed before we leave here.
Tomorrow we go to Epcot. Josh said it'll be a good place for me to see before we go out of the country since it shows a little of what each country is like. The place we're staying has a little kitchen so we got eggs and fruit and I'm going to make breakfast before we head out. I asked Josh if he feels like he's hemorrhaging money on this trip. "Not at all, but I bet you know down to the nickel how much you've spent so far." It's true, I do. When we were on the plane, Josh tried to give me a pep-talk about how to do vacations. He suggested that for me, making a vacation budget might be a good idea, so I could take a vacation from worrying about money, because it's already been stressed over and decided before starting. Then I could, in Josh's fantasy, I wouldn't think about it as long as I was pulling from what had been put in the vacation budget. I see his point. I don't know if I can do it, but we'll see.
This is the part where I am a judgmental bitch: some of the people I saw today were the biggest cliches of tourists. Big white sneakers, fanny packs, capri pants, and Disney clothing. Josh said you really have to make peace with tacky tourists in order to travel, and just not get too close so people don't think you're like them.
Much, much worse than the way they dress, was how I saw them acting. At dinner we were seated next to a family, and after they ordered they sat around talking about taking a picture for at least 15 minutes. Right when the waitstaff came over to deliver the food, that's when the family decided it was time to take the picture. They actually asked the servers to stand there and hold hot plates full of food during a busy dinner service while they took pictures. Maybe it was the old hostess in me kicking in, but I was tempted to ask their server how much they tipped. At the diner, it was almost always the highest maintenance customers who tipped worst (except for the foreigners who often didn't tip at all).