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The Turnpikes of Blissfulness
As our plane took a landing on Florida soil, we then proceed to Cypress Gardens,
a botanical park in Winter Haven. The park, to me, was as remarkable as any
other scenic location in the Southeast. A placid lake, daunting willows, and a
plethora of chiritudinous flowers bedeck the park. In my opinion, I would
consider it more than beautiful, for it was a lovely, fair garden.
As we explore Cypress Gardens, we beheld a group of Southern Belles on the other
bank of the lake. Perceiving
how beautiful they are, I had a mass of desire rushing from my minuscule cranium
to my balls of my feet. It urges me to swim there so I can get a better glimpse
on them, even though I'm too young for even swimming lessons. Ophelia and Isaias
wheeled my stroller across a bridge that leads to a pavilion, not leading to
these Southern Belles seated on the lawn.
When we passed by there, the same activity that we did was a smidgen similar to
the one in Dallas Airport's waiting room. I was wondering around the area like
an Ian Bostridge in a pink dress doing a filmed version of a Schubert
song-cycle. That "Es ist Vollbracht" kind of feeling leapt onto me again as
Ophelia tickled my sides. Afterwards, she handed me something to feast on and
said, "Grandma, we're feeding her so she won't get hungry."
After all the fun, we retired to the stadium for a ski show, where things get
wild, especially in December 1991. The best part was when these women dance
ballet and do acrobatics while skiing at the same time. When the show had
finished, we went to the greenhouse as red as if it were overtaken by
poinsettias The same old activities were at it again, the same ones we did at
both the airport and the pavilion.
Then we headed to Sea World, which was to me, the aquarium of Orlando. The
highlight of our trip was the show starring Shamu the killer whale, which
outfoxes all other attractions in the park. After we watched it, we saw another
one I didn't receive my liking in it: Clyde and Seamore: 1,000 BC The boredom of
this trip melted away as we headed on to Walt Disney World, which towers above
all the places we have gone.
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