Chronicles of Disneylandia ... (Day 5)

Day 5 brought us one sick daddy! The boys were up and running and ready to go ... but not Bert - he was in a position where he needed to have immediate access to the facilities if you know what I mean. So, we hung around all morning hoping that with a little time he would start to feel better.

So, we waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And finally we realized we weren't going to have our 3rd day at Disneyland today - we would have to wait until tomorrow. So, we started thinking about the pool. We checked it out and sure enough, it was closed. There was a sign on it that said that it would be open after 2pm. That was something to look forward to. Being locked up in a hotel room ALL day is a bit of a slap in the face to kids in vacation mode ... especially DLand mode.

So, we ran a few errands, leaving Bert in the room. When we got back it hit me how bad that room was smelling ... so sorry to include such details, but it's for me to remember and sometimes all these little bits and pieces are important. So, I brewed my first pot of coffee, not a beverage I consume, but I have always enjoyed the smell - and that made the room so much more tolerable.

I also checked emails and phone messages and found out that the hotel we had booked for San Diego fell through (we had booked with hotels.com). And to make up for it, they upgraded us to a Hilton Suite near Del Mar - that brightened up our day tremendously!

And then we just sat on pins and needles waiting for the pool to open!

This next photo was taken at 6:15pm - apparently the pool wasn't going to open at all that day. We called the office and sure enough - we were OUT OF LUCK!

That's when the cabin (hotel-room) fever hit HARD and I had to get out of there.

So I dragged my poor, sick, puking his guts out husband and 4 crazed squirrels and buckled them all in the car and drove due west. I figured if I kept going west I would eventually hit the ocean. And we did, however, we ended up getting a little off course and it took a LOT longer than it should have. But we made it to Seal Beach - at dusk and it was AMAZING!

We didn't see any seals - but there was sand, surf and shells, and a beautiful board walk - that was all we really needed!

The ocean is beautiful, medicinal and magical - I probably should live a little closer to one - it made all the ickiness and frustration of the day just disappear. And Bert totally forgave me for forcing him into this little outing, well, until we got lost on the way back to the hotel. Then he was kind of miffed again. In fact, after the third time passing by a certain street he made me pull over and he got in the driver's seat and got us to our hotel in a matter of 2 minutes. (I do much better in the navigator's seat, I think.)

And just one more note, I am officially in love with those little old hippie/bohemian neighborhoods built near beaches.