Not Quite London., but was once ruled by England…a trip report

**Tiggerdog** · 07-12-2008, 05:10 PM

It began long, long ago on a safari far, far away. We had just escaped a harrowing encounter with a lion when our safari guide ditched us along side a road. We had no idea where we were, but could see a mountain off in the distance. As we walked toward the mountain on a well-beaten path, I turned around to find my husband was no longer walking with me. I panicked as I back-tracked through the throngs of animals to find my husband had become side-tracked by a man selling villas found in the surrounding villages. I became very frightened by this scene as I never thought I would live to see this day.

In reality, the year was 2006 and the place was Disney’s Animal Kingdom. Being the mature person I am, I picked WDW as the place to celebrate my 40th birthday. If I would have ever gotten around to finishing that trip report, you all would have discovered that Greg frightened me when he stopped at the DVC booth as we walked from the Kilimanjaro Safaris to Everest. For so long I had been taking about looking into the DVC, but each time I was met with an eye roll. I about passed out when Greg signed us up for a DVC tour for the next day.

I was going to tell you about this in my trip report, but I kind of got side-tracked by my addiction for a game called VMK. So, I never finished that report.

We didn’t buy into the DVC that day. Instead, while the DVC salesman left the room, we called my sister who had purchased the Marriott Vacation Club a few years ago. My heart sank as Greg and I both decided that the Marriott VC had more to offer us than the DVC, and at a way better price. So, when we got home from our WDW trip, we joined the Marriott VC.

Our first Marriott VC experience was last year as we used points to visit Hawaii for our 10th Anniversary. We stayed at the beautiful Waikiki Marriott on Oahu and the out-of-this world Waikoloa Beach Marriott Resort & Spa on the Big Island.

I would have written a trip report about this vacation as well, but VMK got in the way of that report as well.

(Oh, VMK also prevented me from telling you about my semi-solo trip to WDW last summer as well. I went to watch my niece, Kada (aka Stinky) in her last national dance championship in Daytona Beach. I also spent a week at WDW all by myself. If I would have finished that report, you would have learned that Kada took first over-all for her jazz solo, making her the National Champion. But, since VMK was over-powering my mind, I didn't write that report either.)

On our way back from Hawaii, we talked about our options for this year’s vacation. We both decided it would be London. So, as soon as our booking window opened, we asked to be put on the list for the London Marriott site. Then we waited.

And we waited.

And we waited even more.

As we waited even more for that phone call to tell us we had gotten our week in London, Marriott kept sending us emails for other locations we could use our week. I really liked the looks of the Williamsburg VA Marriott time share so we discussed that as being a back-up if London didn’t become available. Then, one day in February as we drove to work, we heard on the news that the exchange rate for the American dollar to the U.K. pound was now 2-1. Ouch! We looked at each other and both said, “Williamsburg it is!”

So, that night we called our MVC rep and asked if we could change our request to Williamsburg. Or I should say, Greg called our rep because I hate the phone. We were immediately given a date for June 27-July 4 for a two-bedroom suite. Sweet! Greg also asked if my mom might want to go, so we called her. She said she would think about it and get back to us. She was afraid that her dogs would be upset if she left them with my step-dad. (I inherited this from my mom – I totally panic about having to leave my pets.)

While we waited for my mom to decide, we looked into air fare. Scary! Both Greg and I had enough miles for United, so we looked at those flights. We couldn’t get seats on flights to Norfolk or Richmond, but we could get seats on flights into Dulles. Hmmm….our minds reeled as we thought about our options:

A: Spend at least $550 on flights into Norfolk for our dates on SW, or

B. Spend $5 on a flight into Dulles using miles on United.

Tough decision it wasn’t.

Before booking the flights, we played around on the Marriott site, looking to see if we could use points for a hotel in D.C. or the surrounding area. While we were looking, my mom called. As soon as we told her that we were looking into adding a few days in D.C., she asked if the invitation was still open to join us. Silly mom, of course it was!

So, I booked a one bedroom suite at the Marriott Residence Inn in Rosslyn for half the points all the other D.C Marriotts were asking.

I began to worry, why was this Marriott so much cheaper than the others? Was it horrible? Did they have bed bugs or even worse, spiders? I looked on Trip Advisor for comments from people who had stayed here. Almost all of the comments said that the hotel was outstanding and wonderful. So why was it so cheap, I wondered? I discovered that it was so much cheaper because it wasn’t actually in D.C., but in Rosslyn.

Well, were in the heck is Rosslyn, VA and how far would we have to go before we actually got into D.C.? I discover Rosslyn is a blip in Arlington and the Metro subway station is a block away from our hotel.

I begin to worry more about why our hotel is so much cheaper than the others as we continue to plan our vacation. Greg and my mom would roll their eyes at me every time I mention this. They both start making up stories, like, “I read today that this Marriott had an infestation of spiders last year.” They also would tell me the reason the ratings were so good is because management got onto Trip Advisor and did their own reviews.

Meanies.

As our trip grew nearer and we did more research, we discovered that we could possibly get a White House tour and a Capitol tour if we contacted our congressman. I made Greg do that because of my hate for the phone. We were told that we would find out about our requests about two weeks before our vacation dates. None of us had any hopes of getting the tours because you are supposed to put the requests in 3 months in advance. We didn’t put the request in until 6 weeks before the trip. However, a week before our trip we learned that we had all passed the security back-ground checks and we were going to tour both the White House and the Capitol. Score!

As I end this incredibly windy pre-trip report, I promise you that I will finish this trip report. Disney decided to close the virtual doors of VMK, so I actually have time on my hands this summer. Ok, I had the time to write and finish the other trip reports, but my VMK addiction wouldn’t allow it.

Up next:

Stuck in an elevator with no food.

**ibelieveindisneymagic** · 07-12-2008, 07:36 PM

Even though you've taken a very roundabout way to Williamsburg, I love Williamsburg, so I hope you had a great trip, and I can't wait to hear about it

**chrisb26** · 07-12-2008, 10:20 PM

I don't think I have ever seen such a detailed pre-trip report but it was great!

Can't wait to hear about the rest of your trip!

**trackbarroness** · 07-13-2008, 04:59 AM

Can't wait to read the rest of the story, okay report.

**TinkRocks** · 07-13-2008, 06:26 AM

Enjoying the report so far!

Hurry with the rest, though, before the addiction to other game sites kicks in...

**Patricia** · 07-13-2008, 06:45 PM

Gosh... you went to WDW for a week alone and didn't give us a trip report??

Oh wait.. I don't think I've ever written a trip report. Your safe with me.

I've never been to DC, always wanted to go though.

**janmathatter** · 07-13-2008, 07:00 PM

Great trip report. If you had let me know you were headed my way, I could have given you all the info you needed as I am quite familar with Rosslyn and DC.

**terri.m** · 07-13-2008, 07:32 PM

Can't wait to hear about it and see some pictures!

**chrisb26** · 07-23-2008, 07:07 PM

Okay I liked your Pre-Trip report but then something happened.

Oh yeah you didn't write the actual trip report. Don't think because you're not Jp that you wont hear from me about finishing it

Hurry Up!

**mickeytinkerbellprincess** · 07-24-2008, 12:34 PM

I loved the report! Can't wait for the elevator story! :P

**Tiggerdog** · 07-27-2008, 12:32 AM

Here you go, Dino!

Stuck in an elevator with no food!

June 23 is finally here! My mom was so excited to be going on her first vacation since she went to WDW with me in 2002.

Before I continue, let me introduce you to the crew:

My mom, Pat, retired from the education world. She has two Airedale Terrors, I mean Terriers and is worried about them as she doesn’t think my step-dad will cook them chicken and rice every night. She actually cooks the dogs’ dinners before she leaves and freezes individually wrapped portions. Yes, this is the same mother who would hand me $5 and tell me “McDonalds is on the corner” when I would ask what was for dinner.

Greg, my husband, or house band for you VMK peeps. He loves the Colorado Avalanche and making fun of my hair color as well as my height. His favorite line is that maybe some day I will be tall enough to ride a Dumbo or even a roller coaster.

Robin, this would be me, the planner of all trips Disney. However, since this is not Disney, I am a co-conspirator. I am also the person who had many blond moments of the group.

When we first booked our flight in February, our plane was supposed to leave Denver at 10:45 a.m., but we all know how that goes. About ten e-mail alerts later our plane is now scheduled to leave at 11:30 a.m. My sister is our chauffeur to DIA, picking up mom first and then us. We arranged for our house sitter to be at our house at about 8 so she could meet the pirate puppy, aka Jack the Golden Receiver.

Our house sitter is the daughter of one of our colleagues. She just graduated from college and is looking for an internship in Spain. This is the third time she has sat for us and she is awesome. Keep the college-age kids of co-workers in mind when looking for house sitters. They always need extra money and they also like getting out of the house and away from the parents.

The sitter showed up on time, eager to meet the furry crew. She can’t believe Fortissimo is still alive. We tell her it is because he is too dumb to figure out how die (you have to know Fortissimo to really aprreciate this). Jack only stole one of her shoes so that was a great start. He did steal my socks though, and I have this thing about wearing wet socks, so I had to get clean socks.

Mom and Shannon arrive and we are off! It takes about 20 minutes to get to the airport, where Shannon throws us out of the car for curbside check-in and a little humor.

The lady in front of us has 6 bags she is trying to check for her and her husband. Plus she has two carry-ons just for her. You all know the cost of checking bags these days. I was adding up United profits in my head as she argued with the United agent. The agent weighs her largest bag. It is 54 lbs so she either has to move some stuff or pay the fees. She argues and she loses. Wait it gets better!

She opens her bag to move stuff around, as she does so, she turns around and tells us, “We are going for a week, how are we supposed to pack less?”

I tell her to move shoes because they weigh the most, but she has no shoes in that bag. She has literally thrown all her clothes in the bag without folding any of them. I spot crackers, cookies, cereal, and two big containers of Clorox Wipes.

Me: “The Clorox Wipes are 16 ounces each. Take those out, the bottle of water, and the cookies or crackers, and that will be four pounds.”

Her: “That isn’t four pounds. The Clorox wipes are 16 ounce each, so that is only 30 ounces.”

Me: “Well, maybe if you take that 30 ounces out, it will be close enough that he will let you slide on the other two ounces.”

My mom, Greg, and the agent are dying at this point. The agent let her slide.

As her luggage tickets were being printed, she looks at our three bags and asks if we are only going for a few days. When we told her we would be gone 11 days the look on her face was priceless. :rofl2:

Then we got to listen to her argue about why she couldn’t check her husband in. Umm, lady, have you not listened to the news, read a paper, a magazine, or even the internet since 2001? Her husband arrives and they finally check in.

It took us five minutes tops to check in. And, the agent refused our tip because we made him laugh.

We entered the security line behind a lady drinking a Diet Coke. As the line progressed, she was told by two TSA agents she could not have the pop past the trash cans. Of course she ignored them. The TSA agent checking tickets and IDs would not look at hers until the pop was gone. So what does the lady do?

She drops it on the floor, right in front of us and the agent.

I about died. How rude is that? Being my snarky self, I picked up the bottle and said, “Here, let me get that for you. I wouldn’t want you to break a toenail walking three feet to the recycle bin.”

If looks could kill, I would not be writing this report. :smirk:

At this point we were starving so we decided food would be a great idea. We all got breakfast wraps at a new restaurant and decided to take them to the gate since we were now running late for some reason.

After rushing to the gate with our food, we discovered the plane would be delayed about an hour because of weather in DC. Sweet! We had time to eat!

An hour later, we are finally told we can board, but if we can’t do it in 7 minutes, we will lose half of our flight attendants as they will be over their hours. It took 5 minutes for one mom to argue that her children’s stuffed animals shouldn’t be counted as a carry-on. Someone yelled, “Just put them in the backpacks!” so that is what they did.

As soon as we were all on, in 15 minutes, not 7, we were told that we that we would now have to wait for two new flight attendants. Glad we hurried to the gate to board the plane.

Did I mention it was over 90 outside? Or that they didn’t turn any of the air blower-thingies on for us? We sat for another hour.

We finally got our flight attendants and clearance to join the take-off queue! Are flight was great, with only a few pot-holes in the sky, leaving the front-range area of Colorado. We landed only about 1½ later than what we were supposed to, so that was great.

continued in next post

**Tiggerdog** · 07-27-2008, 12:33 AM

Now let’s talk Dulles International Airport.

After we landed and made the obligatory visit to the litter box, we found that you have to board these vehicles that take you to the baggage claim area. They reminded us of the tour busses used to view polar bears in Alaska. (this is a picture I found on Google)

http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r...VA/IADtram.jpg

As the last person boarded our expedition to view the polar bears, err, I mean to get our luggage, I recognized his voice. It was our State Senator, Ken Salazar! We had a nice little chat with him, and he offered to hook us up with a senate tour. Since we had already been granted a tour through our Congressman’s office, we politely declined. He told us to make sure our guide takes us on the Senate side of the capitol, because they are known to skip that side out of jealousy.

Waiting for luggage is always a grand time, so I scoped out the scenery. What did I spot? A counter restaurant that had huge apple fritters! These donuts were as large as a dinner plate! I am a huge fan of donuts, with chocolate donuts and apple fritters as my favorite, so I started walking towards the counter. Mom and Greg ran after me and told me that we could get donuts later, but not now, as the bags were arriving.

Meanies.

Grabbed the bags, hopped on the Avis shuttle to pick up our car so we could be on our way!

Note here: I booked our car through the Costco website after checking the prices on all websites and all car rental companies. Since we were going to be in DC and could use the Metro, I even looked at not renting the car until we drove to Williamsburg on June 27. It was actually $200 cheaper to rent a car for our entire trip as opposed to the week we would need it for Williamsburg. Add in the cost of transportation from Dulles to our hotel, and that would take the cost up at least another $100.

Also, in the past, I have found that the rental prices decrease as you get closer to your trips. Many I time have I booked a car 3 or 4 months out, and then rebooked right before our trips because I found a better deal. Not so in this case. This time the prices were rising each day. As a result, I was very happy with the $237 price I got for our mid-size car for 11 days. I was really hoping the price of the Prius Avis has would come down, but that rate went up to $750 for the 11 days.

Mom and I babysat our bags as Greg went into the Avis office. I told him to ask how much the upgrade to a Prius would cost. We decided if it was $200, we would upgrade.

Avis charged $70 for the upgrade to the Prius! :woot:

Now to find the hotel.

Do guys ever stop and ask for directions? Or listen to their wives? I’m being serious here.

The hotel directions said they were 25 miles from Dulles. About 20 miles in, Greg has decided we have missed the exit, so he decided to get off the highway and ask for directions. So we pull into a convenience store and he goes and asks for directions. That did a lot of good because he couldn’t really understand the clerk. Then he pulls out his Garmin GPS from his bag (glad he thought of this earlier). It only took him 30 minutes to calibrate the dumb thing. When it was finally calibrated, guess what it said? Yup, it gave the same directions that I had in my hand.

Soon we were checked in, Greg was parking the car, and my mom and I were getting onto the elevator with the luggage cart. The door closed as we pushed the floor number and nothing happened. We pushed it again and nothing. After the 5th time, I opened the door to go ask the clerk what one had to do in order to get the elevator to move.

She looked at me like I was an idiot.

Ok, maybe I am, but could you tell me how to get the elevator to move? Why use your room key of course! Now why didn’t I think of that?

I walked back to the elevator, but the door was closed and it was not opening. The elevator ate my mom!

Well, ok, it didn’t eat her, but someone from the floors above actually wanted to use the elevator, and since they knew how to get it to move, they won. My mom and the couple on the elevator were dying of laughter as those doors opened.

Guess what, if you put your key in a slot by the floor numbers, the elevator does really work. We won’t mention that there was a sign on the back wall of the elevator with directions on how to actually use the elevator.

Hey, the luggage cart was in the way and we couldn’t see the sign! (that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!)

We booked a one-bedroom suite using points. It was on the 8th floor and with a gorgeous view of the building next door. But, like at WDW, would we really be in the room long enough to enjoy a view? The hotel offered complimentary breakfasts every morning and dinner Monday thru Wednesday. Thursdays were a dessert bar. :yum: Since we had taken the long way here, we had missed the free dinner, so we asked at the desk where the closest place to eat was.

Ruby Tuesdays was around the corner, and since they have a great salad bar, we headed there. As we were being seated, the hostess informed us that they had not gotten a delivery from one of their supplies so they were short on a few items. Our waitress came over to our table about 5 minutes after we were seated and proceeded to tell us that they were a few items short that night. She told us they were out of most chicken items and all beef.

No chicken or beef? Have you ever seen Ruby Tuesdays menu? It is almost all chicken and beef. Oh, and there was no more lettuce for the salad bar.

And who says one can’t diet during vacation? :rofl:

I spied the plate of the young girl next to us. She had chicken strips and fries, obviously from the children’s menu. I asked if I could order chicken strips off the kids menu and our waitress said yes, but she wasn’t sure there were any more fries left. I told her that was ok as I could just steal the little girl’s fries. The girl’s eyes got really big and she moved her plate further away from me. Her parents laughed at her.

My mom ordered the same and Greg ordered the chicken wing appetizer with a side of fries, as they did have fries. They were out of iced tea, so I drank water as Mom and Greg had beer.

After our interesting meal, we headed off toward the Rosslyn Metro station for our very first subway ride ever!

But before we could get to the subway platform, we had to ride the escalator down below the ground. The Rosslyn escalator is the third longest escalator in the world, at about 206 feet, and almost 100 vertical feet below ground. The almost 3-minute ride was quite spooky at night, as the lights give off an eerie glow. The train was there within a few minutes and we were off!

Not knowing where we were really headed, we got off the train at the Smithsonian station to walk towards the Mall. As we walked towards the Mall, we noticed there were a few workers attending to a metro escalator at the other end of the station. They asked if they could help us find something and we told them we were just exploring. We thought they were just being helpful, but as we learned the next day this wasn’t the case (you will have to wait until my next long-winded installment to find out what we discovered!).

Other than the workers we saw no one. The Mall was empty. We had expected to see people walking around, taking in the sights at night, but no one was around. And we thought the Rosslyn escalator was spooky!

After exploring for about an hour, we decided to head back to our room so we could get an early start the next morning.

Next up:

The Capitol and a secret Metro line!

**RenDuran** · 07-27-2008, 09:17 AM

I am loving reading your trip report! Too bad we didn't know you were in the area...my hubby works right down in DC and knows the city inside and out!

**chrisb26** · 07-27-2008, 01:24 PM

About Time!

Pretty good report. It's just like you to scare some poor girl thinking your going to seal her food. Lucky for her they did have fries or she would have been in tears.

Can't wait for the rest hopefully it wont take another month this time...

**mickeytinkerbellprincess** · 07-27-2008, 02:47 PM

I love your trip reports!

They are just so funny. Darn airports can always give you the worst (or best) experiences. And don't worry, my dad never listens to my mom when it comes to directions, so it happens to everyone