Christmas Town's shows including Gloria, with powerful vocal performances, and Miracles, a dance-themed musical.
High-powered voices soar in Gloria! |
Ballet and modern dance in Miracles |
But the real stars of the park were the decorations, with each country sporting a distinctly different style.
Ireland
Killarney boasted golden tinsel swags and green tinsel shamrocks, all interlaced with colored lights. Green and gold are not only Christmas colors but also colors in the Irish flag - clever. I made two stops at Annie's Pub for Christmas Town hot chocolate with whipped cream, delicious and warming.Reminds me of Galway Bay Irish Pub in Annapolis, with all the wood paneling and warm ambiance. |
The leprechauns have been at work.... |
France
France's white, cerulean, and blush pink decor evoked the glitzy lives of bygone bourgeoisie and whimsical reflections of Parisian style. I even got a photo with some bizarre looking jesters. And they say American clowns are scary.
King, Queen, and Court Jesters do their best to frighten tourists in France. |
Wine Tasting
The wine tasting at La Belle Maison left me feeling pretty educated. Turns out all of those fancy wine rituals aren't just for snobs, they actually have a purpose! Mind blown. For instance:
Tip a glass of red wine away from you a little and wiggling your fingers behind it. Whether or not you can see them shows how deep the color is. Color, like taste, makes each wine unique.
When you swirl the wine around in your mouth, breathing in through your nose helps you taste even more flavors.
Check out Snooth and Vivino for advice on wine pairings, ratings, etc.
I especially had some things to learn about the temperatures that make wines happiest when served. "Americans," said the sommelier Nora, "serve white wine too cold and red wine too warm. You're supposed to serve red wine at room temperature, but room temperature means a cellar... in a medieval castle... in the dead of winter." So, all I need is a medieval castle and I'm all set.
I am now a fan of rosé, something I have never liked in the past. True French rosé "is neither cheap nor sweet," and is instead considered a delicacy in France. The wine tasting featured Rosé d'Anjou, which had a very elegant taste which, the sommelier explained, paired well with smoked turkey.
Beautiful statue in front of La Belle Maison. This statue disappeared some time ago from France's town square, so I was happy to see it had shown up again! |
Rose d'Angou in my souvenir Christmas Town wine glass |
Sadly, I had never done a wine tasting before, and I thought I would be rude unless I drank everything that was given to me. Ooopsie. Is it just me or is it hot in here?
Of course, no wine tasting is complete without a visit next door to... penguins? These penguins are real celebrities, residing in their own Ice Palace near La Belle Maison. I just wish I could have been on the flight to Williamsburg with them - pretty darn cute if you watch the video:
Germany
Dinner at Das Festhaus included a gluten-free pizza (baked in an oven-safe wrapper that prevented cross-contamination with gluten, unfortunately a must for anyone with life-threatening celiac disease like me - Busch Gardens is awesome). The always-festive Das Festhaus was even more bedecked than usual, with stunning chandeliers that reminded me of the Austrian chandelier in the Opera House in the Kennedy Center.
French Canada
Passing through France again we meandered in French Canada, where the Yankee Candle Carver was hard at work as usual and Caribou Pottery was decked out for a woodsy Christmas. Most of the fauna were indoors, with the exception of a beautiful Cooper's Hawk whose keeper was rushing him inside before the afternoon chill set in.Hand-dyed and handmade mushroom candles |
A gentle, mellow Cooper's Hawk - gorgeous |
Italy
Voyaging from French Canada into Italy unveils a vintage Christmas theme, replete with oversized mutli colored lights, giant clowing Santa heads (eeek!) and retro holiday-themed bill boards. Dean Martin replaces ancient Roma, and apparently his tradmark drinks abounded as well, as evident in the behavior of a gentleman who rushed up to me and enthused about how AWESOME!!! my outfit was. Attired in a curly brown scarf, my favorite winter hat (a huge furry ushanka), and a camel-colored winter coat, I thought I looked more like a terrifying squirrel, but to each his own.
Italy was one of my favorite sections in Christmas Town, being a vintage girl myself. My mother felt herself yanked back into her childhood memories of 1950s and 60s Christmases, but the panic in her eyes soon changed to enjoyment... I hope.
By foot, the lights were spectacular as well, since you became immersed in the visual festivities on all sides. Such as:
...the smashed-up car at Verbolten, which joined in the holiday festivities...
...the clock tower in Banbury Cross...
...and Escape from Pompeii, now the Polar Pathway...
...and the O Tanenbaum light show in Oktoberfest...
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