Finding Nemo? / ¿Buscando a Nemo?

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IN 1993, OUR first year living in San Diego, San Geraldo and I went to Disneyland, 45 minutes away [oops I had that wrong, it was 90 minutes away] — with a couple of friends. At Splash Mountain, the log flume, we saw that we could get a souvenir photo of our ride. San Geraldo thought that would be great for our first holiday card from Southern California. He asked our friends if the ride was at all wild. “No!” they said. “It’s all inside until the end and, except for the steep plunge you can see, which is over in a second, it’s very bucolic.” So, we hopped on board.

Well, it wasn’t all inside and, early on, there was a sudden turn and drop. I thought it was nothing, but San Geraldo screamed, “YOU LIED!!!” He was serious and he immediately went into all out panic mode.

We passed animatronic characters from the 1946 [racist] Disney film “Song of the South.” One character said something that caused San Geraldo to shriek, “SHE SAID ‘GO BACK’!!!” (I don’t think that’s really what she said, but I couldn’t swear to it.)

Finally, we made the slow climb to the top of the mountain. During the quick descent, I began to turn to my left thinking that’s where the automatic camera would be. The camera snapped sooner than I expected and, unfortunately, it was on the right. But it really didn’t matter. As you’ll see in the photo, San Geraldo had completely forgotten about the holiday card.

When we hit bottom and everything was suddenly quiet, San Geraldo gasped, “I made it.” Seriously.

Several months later, San Geraldo’s mother and two sisters surprised me by coming to town for my 40th birthday. After his youngest sister headed home, we remaining four went to Disneyland. Linda and I (oops… I told her I wouldn’t mention her name), went on Splash Mountain. Once had been more than enough for San Geraldo. The resulting photo would have made an incredible holiday card for our second year in Southern California, but Linda said, “Don’t you dare buy that.” (I didn’t listen that time either.) Sadly, I lost track of both photos for more than 25 years. I thought they had been lost for good and then, last week, I found them in a mislabeled album. So, I’m getting the holiday cards out early this year.

Seasons greetings from Disneyland!

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EN 1993, NUESTRO primer año viviendo en San Diego, San Geraldo y yo fuimos a Disneyland, a 90 minutos de distancia, con dos amigos. En Splash Mountain, el canal de troncos, vimos que podíamos obtener una foto de recuerdo. San Geraldo pensó que sería genial para nuestra primera tarjeta navideña del sur de California. Preguntó a nuestros amigos si el viaje fue salvaje. “¡No!” Dijeron. “Todo está adentro hasta el final y, excepto por la fuerte caída que puedes ver, que termina en un segundo, es muy bucólico”. Entonces, subimos a bordo.

Bueno, no todo estaba dentro y, al principio, hubo un repentino giro y caída. Pensé que no era nada, pero San Geraldo gritó: “¡¡¡MENTISTEIS!!!”. Él hablaba en serio e inmediatamente entró en modo de pánico.

Pasamos personajes animatrónicos de la película [racista] de Disney de 1946 “Song of the South”. Un personaje dijo algo que hizo que San Geraldo gritara: “¡¡¡ELLA DIJO ‘REGRESA’!!!” (No creo que eso sea realmente lo que dijo ella, pero no podía jurarlo.)

Finalmente, comenzamos la lenta subida a la cima de la montaña. Durante el rápido descenso, comencé a girar a mi izquierda pensando que allí estaría la cámara automática. La cámara se quebró antes de lo que esperaba y, desafortunadamente, estaba a la derecha. Pero realmente no importó. Como verá en la foto, San Geraldo se había olvidado por completo de la tarjeta navideña.

Cuando tocamos fondo y de repente todo estaba en silencio, San Geraldo jadeó, “Lo logré”. En serio.

Varios meses después, la madre y las dos hermanas de San Geraldo me sorprendieron al venir a la ciudad para mi 40 cumpleaños. Después de que su hermana menor se fue a casa, los cuatro restantes fuimos a Disneyland. Linda y yo (¡Ay! Le dije que no mencionaría su nombre) fuimos en Splash Mountain. Una vez había sido más que suficiente para San Geraldo. La foto resultante habría sido una tarjeta navideña increíble para nuestro segundo año en el sur de California, pero Linda dijo: “No te atrevas a comprar eso” (tampoco escuché esa vez). Pero perdí las dos fotos durante más de 25 años. Pensé que se había perdido para siempre y luego, la semana pasada, lo encontré en un álbum mal etiquetado. Entonces, voy a sacar las tarjetas navideñas a principios de este año.

¡Felices fiestas de Disneyland!

Photo Credit: Cd637 at English Wikipedia, CC BY-SA 3.0
https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=58648866

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

24 thoughts on “Finding Nemo? / ¿Buscando a Nemo?”

  1. It might have been best had both photos been lost.
    I’d love to have a photo of Carlos on that ride, because he’s be crapping his pants! Luckily, you wouldn’t see that!

    1. Debra:
      I got her permission to share the photo but I told her I wouldn’t mention her name… as if it really matters to those who know her. She’ll forgive me. She ALWAYS does.

      1. Oh, hi, Linda:
        I am SO lucky you are the kind, forgiving, understanding sister that you are … with that brilliant sense of humor.

  2. 1993 was the same year we moved away from San Diego, my ancestral home 🙂 Where in San Diego did you live that it only took you 45 minutes to get to Disneyland? It should take at least an hour and a half, depending on traffic. Yes, this is what caught my attention. Sue me. I love rollercoasters of any type and speed as long as I’m secure in the seat. That looks like so much fun!

    1. Deedles:
      Um… the Marina del Rey part of San Diego??? I got our two drives confused and will have to correct that! 1-1/2 hours from our house in San Diego… with some speeding.

    1. Jim:
      Oh, it’s not the first time and it won’t be the last. I’m lucky Linda has always been such a good sport!

    1. Urspo:
      If we all had family like SG’s sister, Linda, you would STILL be out of a job. She is a gift!

  3. Like Deedes said How On Earth did you get to Disneyland in 45 minutes from San Diego ? I could not get to Disneyland that time and I lived in Laguna Beach. ! ! !
    parsnip

    1. Parsnip:
      Magic? No, really, I screwed up. It was a 45-minute drive when we lived in Marina Del Rey and 1-1/2 hours when we lived in San Diego. I will fix that! It WAS only about 15 minutes when we lived in Irvine, though.

    1. anne marie:
      Although I’m not a fan of all rollers coasters, for some reason, log flumes are fine with me.

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