So there I was, walking down the jetway to board my AirTran flight headed for the Magic Kingdom, sans camera, and feeling strangely fine. Coleman had settled down. Aidan had bought me a Recess Peanut Butter cup to cheer me up (because if you think I was counting points on this trip, you’re certifiably insane), and I really had shaken it off. We took off, each kid with a video-playing iPod in hand, and I resigned myself to the next obvious question at hand: how bloody soon ‘til we land so I can find some sort of friggin’ camera. I mean, sure…I’m going to LIVE my life, and not worry about scrapbooking those memories, but I’ll be damned if I am LEAVING WITHOUT PHOTOS.
Once we made it to the lovely, mid-priced Disney Port Orleans Riverside hotel we knew we were too toasted to attempt hitting one of the parks, so we settled on a boat ride down the man-made Sassagoula to spend some time in Downtown Disney. In one of our guides, it said there was an actual Disney scrapbooking store, and I had faith: if a scrapbooking store in Disney doesn’t have a camera, then no one will.
See, part of the problem when you stay at a resort and you don’t have a rental car, you’re sort of a prisoner of DisneyWorld. A happy one, normally, but a prisoner of the system nonetheless. Target and Walmart aren’t readily available. In a way, that’s like losing a limb or something. Go ahead. Close your eyes. Imagine Target is no longer available. Gone. Forever. Feel the shudder? Oh, now you’re feeling me.
So once we found the store, I learned two things: one, Kodak is the official sponsor of Disney and two, do you want this EasyShare model? Or this one? I chose this one. It was more expensive and in my mind, more expensive means less crying when I see the final prints.
And that was it. I had a way to take pictures. And I put it all on our interest free til August Disney credit card. What’s another 300 bucks when you’re already going to be scrambling to pay the vacation off anyway?
The best part? My darling, soon to be turning 43 on Thursday and extremely frugal husband Dan, didn’t even blink when I bought the camera. Now THAT is love.
There isn’t really much more to say about the trip. I mean, you know the old saying, nothing is more boring than OTHER people’s travel photos? Kind of a similar thing with our trip.
Except for our first day in the Magic Kingdom. One story worth telling… we are all in line for Splash Mountain (keep in mind, Dan and I aren’t really ride people, but we seem to do okay on water-based rides with no spinning) and Dan decides to call the Minneapolis Metro Transit Authority to check one more time, to see if maybe someone had turned in the camera. (The first call netted a big fat ‘no’ to the same question.) Then as the line was moving steadily forward, into the bowels of the mountain, I heard him say, “Oh, that is fantastic news. Thank you so much.”
Someone turned it in.
So I may not be getting a new Canon 5D afterall, but my faith in the sheer honesty and goodness of random people has been officially restored.
And in a way, therein lies the REAL magic of the whole trip.
p.s. and you know what else? That new little camera in my pocket? I’m thinking it did just fine!