Home, sweet home

Disney's Vacation Club resort was really cool. The little touches and the outstanding customer service made it very enjoyable. Things like the Mickey Mouse heads in the railing just add a fun sense to the decor.

Hot Rod and his namesake at our front door.

Little Bit and her little cousin were quite the hit everywhere we went. Both have big brown eyes and were often mistaken for sisters rather than cousins. Little Bit and I both had on our birthday buttons and got first class treatment and a chorus of Happy Birthday everywhere we went. It was pretty cool, to be honest. I felt like a queen and I know she felt like a princess. You aren't mistaken on the orange attire. My sister-in-law thought it would be a good idea to help us all stay together by wearing the same color. She found inexpensive shirts at Old Navy and they were fabulous. I felt stupid initially, but I can't tell you the number of times we were able to see each other clearly amongst the crowds by the orange popping out in the crowd. For my sister-in-law, it was a Godsend. She lost her camera at the Ariel ride at MGM and someone found her and gave it back to her. They told her, "We were looking for the Orange family!" Wowsers. What luck. Everywhere we went, we were named either the Orange Family or the Orange Team. It was sort of funny, but it worked!