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Jason McInerney and his wife, Melissa, recently tapped their lunch orders onto a touchscreen at the entrance to the Be Our Guest restaurant at Florida's Walt Disney World Resort and were told to take any open seat. Moments later a food server appeared at their table with their croque-monsieur and carved turkey sandwiches.
My eighteen-year-old daughter and I just returned from an epic European vacation. The trip—officially—was a graduation gift, though I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to it being a bit of an excuse to spend some one-on-one time with her as she tiptoes into adulthood. Having spent a year planning the details of our vacation, we had high hopes. I think both of us naively imagined flawless travel followed by warm summer evenings spent strolling the streets of Paris. In reality, most of the things that could go wrong, did.
With more than 60 rides and attractions spanning 85 acres, it’s no wonder people this spring will be getting out of Tucson to check out “The Happiest Place on Earth”, or Disneyland Park. The wildly-popular theme park, known for rides such as Splash Mountain, Space Mountain, and Pirates of the Caribbean, has continued to expand over the past five decades since its grand opening by Walt Disney on July 17, 1955.
Having grown up in California, I went to Disneyland countless times as a child. I remember fondly trudging out of the park after a long, exciting day—my Mickey-shaped balloon bobbing along as we went. That was back when you could drive right up the front gate and walk right back to your car when the fun had all been had. Long before the days of parking trams and security checkpoints to get into the Happiest Place on Earth. I spent so much time at Disneyland and made so many memories that not all of them are good ones.
Tucson’s sweet side will be revealed as the city’s best pastry chefs, bakers and restaurants compete in Southern Arizona’s largest dessert competition on Friday, Nov. 16 at 6 p.m.
Jan. 4, 2006 - They meandered down the trail, a long line of horseback riders raising a small cloud of dust barely visible from the road. Some of the riders had smiles on their faces, while the wranglers leading the trail ride appeared more subdued, perhaps even a bit weary, as they came closer to the stopped vehicle at the entry to the ranch. Instead of waiting to find out how the horses and novice riders would react to a moving vehicle, the wranglers stopped the ride and waved the car forward. Once it had passed, the ride continued toward the corral, the "dudes" unaware of the concerns of the wranglers. The horses had not reacted adversely to the running vehicle and none of the guests had ended up on their butts or heads. It was just another item for guests to add to a letter home about their day at the White Stallion Ranch - "The ride was wonderful, and the horses as gentle as could be."
A world of possibility lines the walls of Avenues to Travel's Northwest Tucson lobby. The exotic landscapes of Mexico, Asia and Hawaii jump off brochure covers, luring travelers with photos of white sand beaches and bejeweled foreigners dancing to hand-beaten drums … all just a plane ticket away.
Catalina-based business ARBICO has turned the breeding of insect killers into a multimillion dollar a year business.