Sunday, October 16, 2011

Disney, The French Way

So one of the books I've been following this month of chicness is Anne Barone's "Toujours Chic, How French Women Stay Slim and Chic". She basicially talks about portion control and walking, and saying no. She also recommends we have fewer clothes and talks about how the French have fewer, but higher quality clothes.
Well Disney is a perfect place to walk a lot. The average person walks 10-12 miles a day at Disneyland. I'm sure we walked at least that much, especially since the (damn) monorail was broken. We walked, a lot, and during the inevitable waits in line, I did stretches. I also drank water, people watched and ate cotton candy. Cotton candy made lines bearable. And the walking made eating cotton candy justifiable. The food in Disneyland is actually too fried to be be totally consumed (portion control!) by one person, so was well shared among three. And California Adventure actually has decent food- flatbread pizza! Hummus! Kebabs! Fruits!

My favorite ride (this a totally non French tangent I'm about to launch into, btw) is the new Star Tours. Of course, we had recently watched the new re-released series 6 in a row- worthwhile, btw cause Lucas has made some subtle and not so subtle changes to tie it all together- Compared to the old "oops I left Endor and got caught in a Rebel/Empire skirmish with an annoying robot" Star Tours ride, this new one has 54 variations! You can either be stopped by a robot drone or Darth Vader- trying to get the rebel spy who is sitting in your vehicle with you-  and yeah, I got picked as a rebel spy, but you knew that I was extra cool, already, right?- Sometimes you follow the Millenium Falcon! Then R2D2 and C3PO take you either to Hoth (snow planet, for a dizzying slalom ride) or Kashykk (Wookie planet where you race through redwoods) or Tattoine (desert planet with two suns for a pod race) then you get a holographic transmission form Yoda or General Akbar or Princess Leia,  then jump to either Coruscant, Naboo or the Death Star (where Jango Fett tries to blast you through a meteor shower) and then land either on a pad in Coruscant or on the Admiral's Ship. Papoose and I managed to see all the variations, though obviously not all the combinations. You probably have to be a major Star Wars geek to fully enjoy this, but even the waiting in line is entertaining on this one. And Papoose had gotten picked for the Jedi training Academy and was an official Padawan now, so I think she really liked this. Or was brainwashed int liking it.



Jedi Training
How can a little green guy weigh so much?
Umm, Darth Vader's kinda tall and breathes like he has bad breath.
 Wait, you're not supposed to strike a pose with the storm troopers!


Yeah, you show that Darth Maul some karate sword training!


Okay, there, Star Wars tangent over for now. Anyway the French probably *love* Star Wars.


 Is it any surprise EuroDisney is near Paris?


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