Our port in Belgium was Antwerp, more than 50 miles up the River Scheldt. Not the usual entrance into a country, but
not much is usual when you travel by ship.
In a world of immediate gratification that allows and even expects
minimalist spelling like "gr8", it's hard to slow down into the
relaxed cadence of the mindset of a ship.
In fact even the activities on the ship continue at a frantic pace while
the ships coasts along. So it's easy to
fall into the trap of making up for the "slow time" on the ship when
we do reach port. Traveling 300 miles in
a day is replaced by covering 300 miles in two hours on a train.
We passed
the next three days at breakneck pace, spontaneously deciding that the boys
needed some kid time at Disneyworld Paris.
We rented a car and scurried out of Belgium into France. After checking into one of the worst
"quality per dollar" hotel rooms we've ever stayed in, we enjoyed the
next day cavorting around Disney. Although we had fun on the great rides, it paled in comparison to our experience to
Orlando. When we were told curtly that
they had no salads (the only vegetarian option for Christy of their four entrees) at
11:15 AM, we knew we weren't in Orlando anymore (side note to any Disney execs
who read this, Disneyland Paris is NOT helping your brand - or maybe the bar is
very low for these experiences in Europe)!
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