Wow. What an amazing variety of food! We ate our way all the way around the world of nations, both garnering personal favorites: Laura’s was the empanada she had at Brazil, with a close second being the Etouffé she had at New Orleans. This was a personal favorite of mine as well; however, my favorite was France–with Escargot baked into tiny pastries and braised boneless beef ribs, topped off with chocolate crème brûlée–absolutely scrumptious.

I’ve been going to EPCOT for years–however, it was on this trip, late into the evening on Saturday, that I discovered that the Mexico pavilion had a ride! Butterfly had asked me if I wanted to go on the Mexican boat ride–”They have a ride?” I exclaimed. It’s kind of cute, too–sort of a Mexican version of “It’s a Small World,” but showcasing only Mexico, and starring the Three Caballeros–Donald Duck and two other birds. Wikipedia says the ride used to be El Rio de Tiempo (The River of Time)–which I think I would’ve liked better than what they turned it into, apparently, in 2007. But hey, anything to keep the kiddies entertained, right? I mean, hell, who actually needs to learn stuff anymore? *sigh* Oh Walt, man, I miss you… You would’ve killed the executive who even proposed defacing the ride like that… I’d better stop, before I have to add the “Rants and Raves” tag to this entry…

In any case, not only does Mexico have a ride, but they also have a beautiful restaurant inside the pavilion, too–made up to look like a Mexican marketplace at night. Simply stunning. I’m sorry I never went in there before, and will have to return with Butterfly to go to the restaurant.

We also got the opportunity to go on Spaceship Earth–without question my favorite ride at EPCOT (call me nutty). Siemens AG took over sponsorship of the ride, and with that came some fetching new ride redesigns, but more evolutionary than revolutionary. And while Judy Densch does a respectable job as current narrator, nobody will ever fill the shoes, in my opinion, of the first narrator of Spaceship Earth–the venerable Walter Cronkite.

I finally got to get a vacation alone with Butterfly for the first time in over two years. That was neat–we sure needed it. Butterfly’s mom was gracious enough to stay at our place and watch T-Rex for us. That’s the last time we will ever let that happen. She brought her two incredibly obnoxious malteses with her, who pissed and shit all over my fucking house. God I hate dogs–especially her dogs. Next time we ask her to watch T-Rex overnight, we’re going to take him to her place.

Butterfly wasn’t quite the weepy, blubbering mess that she thought she was going to be at the train station, although she did shed a few tears as her son pulled away. I think that the reality of her eldest finally leaving the nest hasn’t quite sunk in yet.

When it does, I’ll be here.