I think I’ve posted some of these before, but Alexia’s “travel, travel” post reminded me of them and I decided I had to revisit this trip.
In 2001, the Dance Company where I was teaching was invited to perform a couple of dances at Disneyland, and I was lucky (?) enough to be invited to go as a chaperone.
As you can see, digital photography wasn’t what it is today, but I still had a great time overall.
Waiting to board the plane in Salt Lake City.
We took up 90% of the flight, I felt sorry for the regular passengers.
You say “life saving oxygen mask”, I say “toy”.
Arriving in L.A.
At the hotel, waiting for the bus to take us to Disneyland.
Disneyland!
The enormous crowd waiting for the show.
The first day the Ballroom Dance group performed.
Our Dance teacher built up a great program that, unlike the other Junior Highs I’ve taught at, attracted a lot of boys.
The second day was Dance Company’s turn to perform.
This group was mostly girls.
Ballroom Dance’s sweatshirt logo.
“I wear my sunglasses at night,”
That’s the bed at the hotel they broke, you can probably tell how.
We left a couple hours free before the flight home so we could visit the beach.
But I didn’t get to relax the whole time, I had to go find a store to get some band-aids for a kid that cut his foot on the rocks.
Buried in the sand, with seaweed hair.
And then it was time to say goodbye to California.
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This story is new to me. Obviously, this was when you were teaching junior high on the "rich" side of town. :D
Funny, my folkdance group did a tour to Disneyland and Knottsberry Farm, performing there when I was 15. We took a bus, however, so we couldn't drive the other passengers nuts. Good thing.
Yup, the school right before I came over to yours.
We didn't have any complaints in the plane, but at the hotel (where we told them we needed the girls in one wing and boys in another), we did. But that's because they put a group of boys on the 3rd floor above a group of girls on the bottom floor, with regular customers in between. And the rooms had balconies.
When the desk clerk complained, I told them that I would do what I could, but that's one of the reasons we asked for separate wings, and gave him the "duh" look.
Looks like everyone had a lot of fun.
I'm glad I wasn't on that flight! It seems as if everytime I board a plane there are teams of huge basketballers, or hefty rugby players, heading off to a tournament somewhere.
Gee Max these photos are just too great! I was at Disneyland for Halloween last year, and really would love to be there again this year (maybe next year!) It was nice seeing it alive with all your silly fun...great times had by all it clearly showed!
Max - I love those pics - they are such a happy bunch -wellmaybe not the first one!
ou left a comment onmy photo blog that you felt those big shipsshould roll over -well one did -remembeer theCosta Concordia? This year we are going on a much smaller ship!
Oh, yeah. I remember that. Good thing it doesn't happen more often.
Of course the flight from SLC to LAX is only a little over an hour. That's probably why the other people on the flight didn't kill anyone.
And I can just picture those hotel scenes. Oh my.
I remember my friends climbing off fire escapes in a seedy hotel in San Francisco on a tour when I was 17. :)
waiting at airports: gotta love it!
What an experience for them - and for you! How lucky they were to have a chaperone with the foresight to record the trip with such care. I adore how you stitch pictures together to take us on a journey with you.
I hope some of these now-adults find their way back here to see this wayback series of moments. I wish I had had such incredible teachers.
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