19th December 2009 and I’m stood in my bedroom digging out t-shirts and shorts from the bottom of the wardrobe to pack. Meanwhile outside, Christmas lights are twinkling on the front of the neighbour’s houses.
Fast forward 48 hours and we’d arrived, warm air hitting my face as we stepped off the plane. Orlando International Airport, Florida. It was a world away from the freezing winter of the UK.
The first few days were spent touring around the local theme parks and towns – Universal Studios, Epcot, and Seaworld. Although it was busy with other jetsetters, it was wicked. Particularly recommended is Universal – although you might need a neck brace after the Hulk ride!
Then the big day arrived. Christmas morning. Having seen the queues for Disney World, we turned around and decided to visit Animal Kingdom. Despite the bizarreness of sharing the day with elephants, snakes, and monkeys – there was a great atmosphere, making for a truly unique and memorable experience.
In our final few days in America we went on trips to Miami, the Kennedy Space Centre, and Lake Kissimmee, soaking up to the last of the sunshine. For anyone that likes roller coasters, I would most recommend Busch Gardens – this place is Alton Towers on steroids.
Sadly, before we knew it, the inevitable day had come – home time. It was with heavy hearts that our possessions were packed into suitcases ready for our return. Florida at Christmas is a truly unique experience that breaks away from mundane yuletide traditions. A once in a lifetime trip for anyone that loves action, excitement, and doing something different.
