|Ticket bought, the race was on.|
We raced through the gardens. Saw it all, I assume in record time. It was magnificent, but our crew can only handle so much beauty . . . Especially when they know a restaurant meal is in their near future. Hot food exiting a RESTAURANT kitchen on a tray is a thing of beauty to them.
|This is the map - not a|
small place, but if you run
and agree to refrain from
the standard million photos,
it can be done in under an hour.
I admit that I, too, was incredibly disappointed. This place had almost no options for my gluten free butt. Yeah, a salad. I had my heart set on eating at a restaurant that we passed when we first got off the boat, but I didn’t understand the logistics at the time. That place was now an hour in the wrong direction.
|It really was spectacular.|
I got up to use the restroom when my wimpy salad was ingested. I made a beeline for the cashier first. I pointed out that my husband my stroke out if they did not bring my family their food. PRONTO. The kids were pointing at other tables noting that those people sat down AFTER us. I informed the guy of our bus conundrum. ‘Please do not wait to serve everyone at once, just BRING OUT FOOD AS IT IS PREPARED.’ Cashier guy to the rescue - a few plates started to magically appear from the kitchen.
|I walked behind our crew and took a|
few pictures here and there in
hopes of not being scolded.
‘Do you want those veggies?’
‘Are you done with your chicken?’
‘Can I finish your - whatever that is?’
‘Touch my plate again and I will break your fingers.’
|My children: do NOT deny them |
a restaurant meal after it has
been promised. EVER.
‘Where did you find the butter?’
‘You know you are never going to finish all of that.’
‘I just want one bite.’
And just like that, in a matter of 6 or 7 minutes our meal was complete. The busboys had nothing to scrape from our plates. Their work had been done. We ran like the wind to the bus. I decided that we had 3 minutes to spare and I stopped in the bakery and bought a few of the priciest treats known to man for the kids to share/ fight over on the long bus ride.