We went to Branson, MO. You may or may not have heard of it. It's an all American kind of place. Cheesy, basically. If you ever would have told me that my family little of liberal heathens would find pure bliss in a place that was undergoing a Gospel festival for the weekend, where many people say "y'all" and "God bless you" in every other sentence, where you listen to remixes of Proud to Be An American on group tours, where there are gigantic concrete Ronald Reagan heads in tshirt shop parking lots, and where "you're daughter is beautiful" is promptly followed by "that's gonna require a real big gun," I would have laughed at you.
But I'm not laughing (actually did laugh at some of those things). I am, however, smiling from ear to ear. It was heavenly!!
On our first day there we went to an amusement park. We had a blast. We rode rides and watched shows and ate enough fried food to clog the arteries of the healthiest person you know.
**please note that we are not fans of guns, but we were in the country, these are pretend and part of the ride. As they say, when in Rome . . . ,
Next, we did a lot of swimming. I have two little water bugs on my hands. We got them floaties to see if they could swim on their own a little bit. They did awesome! They even jumped off the side and went under water.
On Sunday we rode the ducks. We took a tour of Branson and some military stuff in a vehicle that also becomes a boat. Ocean really loved it. The tour guide was awesome and we sang and danced and loved going out on the lake.
After that we went to a butterfly house and rainforest. It turns out Ocean hates frogs, butterflies and mazes with loud noises.
On the way home, we stopped at a drive through animal zoo where you can feed the animals.
Then there was the best parts . . . Snuggled, lovin' and jumping on hotel beds!
I can't wait for our next adventure.