In Orlando, money flows like water through your fingers. The fees at Sea World do not cease. See the Dolphins. Feeding them is extra. The Dolphin Tour is $50.  The shows are cheesy and have little to do with animals, much to do with costumed divers doing low-budget Esther Williams routines. Snacks are Cheese Doritos, Potato Chips, Cheetos. Oysters with pearls are $15.99. Shrk food is $3.  But what can I say? It was fun and the people around us were having a blast.

One of the connections Maria and I have is that the five-year-old inside each of us is very much alive. We wandered all over Sea World looking at turtles and baby dolphins and catching the Sea Lion show – it was funny – and then to Downtown Disney for King Crab Legs and Oysters. Afterward, Maria took me up on a balloon ride that sailed up 400 feet at night – magical- and then we danced in the plaza to some outdoor mandolin music and sat on benches and watched the very rich parade that moves through Disney World. There were lots of musicians out and we took most of them in.  I am a lucky man in so many ways. I have feared many things in my life, but I never feared a loveless life, even though I was living one for a good long while. Even if he blew Tomorrowland – there is no Tomorrow in Tomorrowland – he was right about one thing. Dreams do come true. My feet have been heroic. We must have walked 50 miles by now. And we are not done.

Tuesday we head for Disney’s Animal Kingdom. To Epcot for dinner, maybe the Chinese Pavilion. Maybe back to the Magic Kingdom. I might take a crack at Space Mountain.