Leaving Orlando

No, no one's dying, but it feels that way. It's always hard to leave Disneyworld, and this time is no different. I couldn't stop exclaiming how nice everyone was here, and I couldn't help but notice how clean. Clean and nice: definitely not New York.

One thing that is not nice about Disneyworld is the number of people on scooters. I understand that not all disabilities that make walking difficult are visible. However, when I see crazily overweight person after crazily overweight person riding around in a motorized scooter, I start to think, "Um, they just don't want to walk because they'd get tired because they're overweight and out of shape." I don't see many obese people in New York: either you have too much money and don't eat to stay rail thin, or you have no money and don't eat because you can't afford groceries. But fully half of the people here in the parks are somewhat overweight. The U.S., indeed, has a weight problem.

Bah. I don't want to think about leaving, even with Disney enabling over-eating and laziness. It's so nice and quiet and comfortable here...