Yesterday, we spent the day at Disneyland, as you do when you are visiting California. After spending the first 4 hours accompanying my kids on such rides as Alice in Wonderland, and Pinnochio, I was able to graduate to the roller coasters later on in the day. For what it’s worth, my favorites were Space Mountain and Indiana Jones.
But you know me. I don’t just post such things, even when I am operating on “fluffy” mode. I had a blogworthy experience. There we were, waiting in line for Alice in Wonderland, when I noticed the women in front of us speaking in a mixture of English and Arabic. Nothing particularly interesting or unusual about that, except for the fact that we heard them talking about going back to Lebanon.
Was there cosmic significance to the fact that we were next to some Lebanese women, waiting to enter Wonderland? Or am I just grasping at straws to find something to blog about? At the end of the day, it doesn’t really matter.
