So our second day in Orlando wasn't a pleasant one due to our Disney Ebola. We lingered in bed missing what was supposed to be a fabulous brunch at BOMA and finally met up with everyone at The Animal Kingdom park. 
We missed our little nephew's first visit with Mickey and Minnie which was sad but he didn't seem to mind. It was very cute when he said "Auntie & Uncle I meet Mickey." He was on the Dinsey high. I was glad Disney Ebola (a.k.a. the stomach flu) didn't seem to get him. After all the trip was "All About Clayton." We also found out that the hub's step-brother had contracted Disney Ebola too. Since he sat in the back of plane with us while his fiance slept (yes, before he starting barfing he managed to ask his girlfriend of two years to marry him - I so like her!) all signs of Disney Ebola seemed to pointed back to said 13-year-old barfing kid as the germ culprit who infected us. Thank you very much for the nasty nausau, yucky pooping, constant need to barf, hot and cold sweats and general lack of appetite we were experiencing, you, you 13-year-old! We did as much as our bodies could allow us to do and even tried to eat a pretzel which made us feel better for like an hour. But after two hours we found ourselves at The Animal's Kingdom's First Aid station. Never in my wildest dreams would i expect to be at a First Aid station on my vacation! 
We explained our symptoms to a sympathetic lady who was prepared to give us all the drugs Disney had. The weird part was they were not going to charge us for them and you could have as many pills as you wanted. I guess Disney truly is a magical place! I decided to get some asperin and some anti-nausua medicine and the hub just got some asperin. After realizing we just couldn't make it around the park anymore we left and went back to the resort for the longest afternoon nap I have taken since I was my nephew's age. When we got up we thought we were better so we decided to go to Epcot and go to our Moroccan dinner at Restaurant Marrakesh. We arrived a bit early even though it was the longest walk ever in my life. Our stomachs were just not feeling hungry but we thought perhaps like the pretzel earlier in the day the food would help. They couldn't seat us right away so we hung out in Morocco. 
I got my picture taken with Geni from Aladdin. For some reason all the characters at Disney were in love with me. It did wonders for my ego. From Buzz, to Geni to the toy soldier guy from Toy Tory who proposed to me the characters couldn't get enough of me. 
I even exchanged kisses with Donald Duck! Where were these guys when I was in high school? hehe After the Geni lovin' I saw a group of kids with these New Orleans' style masks with these charms dangling from the mask. I wanted one so bad so I asked a worker how do I get one. He said well, you have to be a kid and he asked how old I was. I told him I was a kid at heart and could I get one? He obliged me and then he proceeded to tell me how to write my name in Arabic (because apparently you take the mask to each country and get a charm and the people tell you how to write your name in their countries' language) and showed me the table where I could color my mask. 
See the mask was white on a wooden stick. So I sat at a marker station to color. At this time I noticed my hubby wasn't doing too well. I could see him sweating. I was actually feeling ok and was hoping we wouldn't have to leave. He muddled through and we were seated at the restaurant shortly after my coloring session was completed. I really didn't want to miss the belly dancers so even if we stayed a few minutes I would have been cool. So we sit down and ordered a limited amount of food. We could have ordered a ton which our plan allowed but we weren't kidding ourselves that night. We each had a Sprite and was able to get about 5 bites of food down. When you have the stomach flu eating seems like an impossible feat. It totally sucks when someone has paid a lot of money for you to eat your heart out. I knew we weren't going to make it through the dinner so I asked the server to box up our food. I was hopeful we could eat it later (not sure why since we now had a big surplus of food credits). We stayed and watched a little bit of the show and left the park. We didn't even make it out of Morocco when my hub spilled his cookies all over some bushes. Luckily only this one man saw and not a lot of people. We quickly left and headed to The Beach Club. 
Luckily our resort was just outside Epcot. The only resort super close to a park. Then it was another night of barfing for us sad vacationers. But at least we had a super nice bathroom to barf in.
We missed our little nephew's first visit with Mickey and Minnie which was sad but he didn't seem to mind. It was very cute when he said "Auntie & Uncle I meet Mickey." He was on the Dinsey high. I was glad Disney Ebola (a.k.a. the stomach flu) didn't seem to get him. After all the trip was "All About Clayton." We also found out that the hub's step-brother had contracted Disney Ebola too. Since he sat in the back of plane with us while his fiance slept (yes, before he starting barfing he managed to ask his girlfriend of two years to marry him - I so like her!) all signs of Disney Ebola seemed to pointed back to said 13-year-old barfing kid as the germ culprit who infected us. Thank you very much for the nasty nausau, yucky pooping, constant need to barf, hot and cold sweats and general lack of appetite we were experiencing, you, you 13-year-old! We did as much as our bodies could allow us to do and even tried to eat a pretzel which made us feel better for like an hour. But after two hours we found ourselves at The Animal's Kingdom's First Aid station. Never in my wildest dreams would i expect to be at a First Aid station on my vacation! 
We explained our symptoms to a sympathetic lady who was prepared to give us all the drugs Disney had. The weird part was they were not going to charge us for them and you could have as many pills as you wanted. I guess Disney truly is a magical place! I decided to get some asperin and some anti-nausua medicine and the hub just got some asperin. After realizing we just couldn't make it around the park anymore we left and went back to the resort for the longest afternoon nap I have taken since I was my nephew's age. When we got up we thought we were better so we decided to go to Epcot and go to our Moroccan dinner at Restaurant Marrakesh. We arrived a bit early even though it was the longest walk ever in my life. Our stomachs were just not feeling hungry but we thought perhaps like the pretzel earlier in the day the food would help. They couldn't seat us right away so we hung out in Morocco. 
I got my picture taken with Geni from Aladdin. For some reason all the characters at Disney were in love with me. It did wonders for my ego. From Buzz, to Geni to the toy soldier guy from Toy Tory who proposed to me the characters couldn't get enough of me. 
I even exchanged kisses with Donald Duck! Where were these guys when I was in high school? hehe After the Geni lovin' I saw a group of kids with these New Orleans' style masks with these charms dangling from the mask. I wanted one so bad so I asked a worker how do I get one. He said well, you have to be a kid and he asked how old I was. I told him I was a kid at heart and could I get one? He obliged me and then he proceeded to tell me how to write my name in Arabic (because apparently you take the mask to each country and get a charm and the people tell you how to write your name in their countries' language) and showed me the table where I could color my mask. 
See the mask was white on a wooden stick. So I sat at a marker station to color. At this time I noticed my hubby wasn't doing too well. I could see him sweating. I was actually feeling ok and was hoping we wouldn't have to leave. He muddled through and we were seated at the restaurant shortly after my coloring session was completed. I really didn't want to miss the belly dancers so even if we stayed a few minutes I would have been cool. So we sit down and ordered a limited amount of food. We could have ordered a ton which our plan allowed but we weren't kidding ourselves that night. We each had a Sprite and was able to get about 5 bites of food down. When you have the stomach flu eating seems like an impossible feat. It totally sucks when someone has paid a lot of money for you to eat your heart out. I knew we weren't going to make it through the dinner so I asked the server to box up our food. I was hopeful we could eat it later (not sure why since we now had a big surplus of food credits). We stayed and watched a little bit of the show and left the park. We didn't even make it out of Morocco when my hub spilled his cookies all over some bushes. Luckily only this one man saw and not a lot of people. We quickly left and headed to The Beach Club. 
Luckily our resort was just outside Epcot. The only resort super close to a park. Then it was another night of barfing for us sad vacationers. But at least we had a super nice bathroom to barf in.
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