I Wanna Get Chocolate Wasted!

This was adventure two this weekend replacing Spain activities. Adventure one was Nottingham and really all we did was eat a sandwich and walk around, but it was still neat to see a new place. Now chocolate world is a different story. Kellsey and I wake up at 8:25, get ready go to breakfast with the intent of taking the 9:10 shuttle to town. Well there wasn't a 9:10 shuttle. Not a big deal we called a cab and it happened to be our favorite cabby, tat man (we don't know his real name). He also drove us to the train station yesterday morning. So we go to pay him at the train station and all we had was a 20. He didn't have enought change so he let us ride for free. I was super impressed by that. We get our tickets and it says we have a train from Grantham to Bournville.... no switches listed. Turns out we had to change trains in Nottingham. So we ran around the platform and got on our train. Turns out this train was going to Birmingham and not Bournville. This isn't a huge inconvenience because the towns are close. However with the horrible rain we had all day we decided not to risk getting lost in the rain. So there goes another 10 unexpected pounds. We arrive at Cadbury's Chocolate World and it was AMAZING. Easily one of the coolest things I have done. We shopped in the largest Cadbury store in the world and went on a factory tour. Today they were making Dairy Milk bars- classic. There were also interactive things and videos. One of the videos was certainly interactive.. we went through the process a cocoa bean goes through before it becomes chocolate. There were hidden air vents that blew on you and the WHOLE bench shook like the beans do to get the coating off. It was hilarious. There were all sorts of games and it was awesome just crazy. We got to pipe our name in chocolate at one station and then there was a ride. It was hoaky for sure but it was so much fun it didn't matter. It reminded me of Roger Rabbit when they go into toontown. There were dancing cocoa beans and flowers and a fake village. It was sweet. Then of course I had to go buy some chocolate, but luckily we were given free chocolate along the way (which I parceled) and I only bought myself two things. Mom, Derek, and the kids did get some stuff though :) So we decide its time to go home. We were going to walk to the correct station this time. It was a 20 minute walk in the rain to a station with 2 platforms and no attendants. We just go on the first train which arrived about 2 minutes after we got there and hoped it took us where we needed to go. No one even checked our tickets. So we arrive in Birminham. We again have to switch trains. The inside of Birmingham looks like an airport, its gigantic. So we have to exit the platform because the tv's with the departures weren't outside. So we leave, find our train (to Nottingham not Grantham) and it is going to leave in 5 minutes. So we HAUL ASS to the platform and get on. We kind of dosed off and we finally arrived in Nottingham. Now I thought we were in Grantham, so I was confused to begin with. We look for the departure board and we need to be at platform 2 in like 3 minutes. So we ran to what we thought was platform 2. Well we didn't know that Nottingham's trainstation had 2 sides which mirrored each other. We were in the exact opposite spot we needed to be in. Again, we had to run like there was a rabid dog chasing us down the platform, up the skybridge, and down the other platform to the very end, and we made the train :) Well we had to walk through 2 carriages to find a seat next to each other and when we did we managed to sit behind the worst passengers alive. A family of 5 took up 2 table seats. So that already makes them jerks. Then the dad was singing the whole time to his crank radio, like a tornado radio, the mom was smacking her lips on some godforsaken sandwich, and the little hellians were playing Jenga and screaming. We also managed to get on the long ride and not the direct ride. Whatever we were almost home. For a second we thought we weren't going to need to call a cab because we were going to make the last trolley pick up. Nope. We get to Grantham, call a cab and get back home. We somehow made it in time before dinner closed and before we both peed our pants. The only time we were able to go was at Cadbury because we had been cutting the trains so close. Wet tired, hungry, and cold Grace and Kellsey are not a good combination. So glad to be in my pajamas.