So, three weeks from tomorrow, I will be stepping off the plane in Orlando for eight nights at Walt Disney World. My mood is stuck firmly between excitement and panic, with a little bit of this bizarre ambivalence thrown in for good measure. I'm not sure where that last emotion comes in, because, believe me, WDW does not inspire ambivalence in me ( Read more... )

I tend to be a compulsive planner when it comes to vacations. Now, that doesn't mean that I'm one of these people who gets freaked out over the least little deviation from the plan and insists that all of my travelling companions lockstep with me. No, far from it. As long as I have a general sense of where I might be on a given day and have ( Read more... )