As I wrote yesterday, I’m out on a rare vacation (other than Christmas, Spring Break, all summer, and every second- and third-tier holiday that falls on a Monday in the winter). I’m down in Florida visiting Universal Studios Orlando with my family, and it’s been an amazing, tiring trip. I tried filing away blog posts for while I was away, but couldn’t get enough done to have every day of my trip covered.
That said, we got back from Day 2 in the park a little while ago, and I’m slamming something out while playing with Mario Kart Hot Wheels with my almost-three-year old nephew. Here are just some observations from my vacation.
- I love Universal Studios. The highlight has been riding rides with my niece and my nephew. One of the first rides we rode was E.T. It’s definitely an older ride, but the nostalgia factor and magic really make it an incredible ride. Riding it with my niece was probably what I was most looking forward to doing on this trip.
- That and the Pteradon Gliders ride, which adults can only ride if they have a child with them. It was a bit more intense than I thought it would be for a little kiddie ride, and is super fun. You also get to see the entire park!
- As much as I love Universal, I hate crowds. I was trained from an early age to stay out of the way. Apparently, no one else was. I understand people are confused or trying to figure out where to go next, but folks are absolutely oblivious to what is going on around them. You’d think someone coming at you with a stroller would at least make a little room, rather than dashing out in front of you like a squirrel (or, worse, plodding along in the exact middle of your path.
- It’s still jarring for me, even in our multicultural age, to hear different languages, even Spanish. It doesn’t grate me the same way as when I hear it elsewhere, because I realize there are a ton of tourists, but it still makes me realize how—as I heard someone put it recently, citing (I believe) Mark Steyn—the future belongs to those who show up. In our hemisphere, the people showing up are Latin Americans.
More reflections to come—and a more complete account of the trip—to come.