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I have probably spent more time walking in the past five days than in the entire month previous. This is, of course, a good thing; I need to get into better shape, and now I am no longer the only person I know who has never visited Disneyworld.
The Sisters have been surprisingly well-behaved: Sarah's second birthday came and went with uncharacteristically little preening on her part, even if she introduced herself as "It's a birthday!" all day; Isabelle kept her cool despite being traumatized by the Spider-Man ride at Universal.
Other than visiting Disneyworld and geeking out at The Wizarding World of Harry Potter, my other big milestone was that I tried Indian food for the first time, and at what was apparently a very authentic restaurant, somewhere off the beaten path -- an experience that was both awesome and humiliating. I couldn't pronounce anything on the menu, Sarah and Isabelle suddenly forgot the definition of "inside voices," my family's persistent Southern accents grated on my ears even more than usual... I have never felt more like a stereotypical tourist or culturally oblivious American. (No, not even in Disneyworld itself.)
The food itself, on the other hand, was excellent.
The 25th was a triumph, and all day I wore this tacked to my backpack:
Kind of shabby, but not too bad.
Unfortunately in all the busyness I've only managed to get about halfway through Night Watch. I gave up on reading it for the duration of the trip; so far I haven't had time for more than five or six pages at a stretch, and since the book is such a masterpiece of tone it doesn't really have the same effect in such small doses.
While I'm on the subject of personal things, I should mention I'm toying with the idea of Camp NaNoWriMo (eek!). Since I still have no idea what my plot for NaNo itself will be, I'll let you decide how bad a move this is.