Pokemon Go is exploding all over the country, and Walt Disney World is no exception. Learn where to find the most rare Pokemon in Magic Kingdom, where you can sit and eat inside three lured Pokestops, and most of all, where NOT to go.
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Where can I find the most rare Pokemon at Disney World?
Be courteous while playing Pokemon at Disney World. Families save up all year to take this vacation, so don’t do the zombie-like Pokewalk across the parks. Pull over to the side of the road where you’re out of the way while you try to catch a pokemon. If you have the AR camera turned off, you have all day to catch that Pokemon without having to stay in the same place, so get out of the way.
What are the best times to play Pokemon Go at Disney World?
Considering the ticket price to get into the parks, you should maximize your dollar by enjoying the environment you paid to be in. That said, downtime is the best time for Pokemon Go. You’ll be waiting in plenty of lines and you’ve got your evenings at the resorts to go on a hunt. There is really no need to try to hunt down Pokemon ‘between rides’ or during a fantastic character dinner with your friends and family.
Every year, our family spends an afternoon circling the globe. The annual ‘A World A’Fair’ festival at the Dayton Convention Center here in Dayton, Ohio, teaches me something new every year. Except not to over-eat. I’ll never learn that one.
Various cultural societies from around the Dayton area gather each May to showcase their heritage, and to enjoy the payoff for months of hard work. It takes a lot of people practicing performances, creating delicious food offerings, and organizing activities and events for this weekend of celebration.
The booths at A World A’Fair range from festive to outright beautiful. Some countries have their own isle, with crisscrossing streamers and traditional decorations. This year, Vietnam actually offered some of their booth space as a little dine-in restaurant, which was brilliant for all of us that were holding at least a drink and two food pieces at one time.
The Korea Booth
Each booth is a peek inside another part of the world. You could say that A World A’Fair is what I do in between trips to Epcot. It’s just enough food, shopping, and education to tide me over until our next trip. Yeah, I went a little crazy with the lantern photos. Can you blame me? This was one of the coolest displays. Here are a couple more from the Korea booth:
My great-great grandfather was a McGary from Ireland, so we always spend a little extra time perusing the land of the ginger. I got a sunburn a few days later just to prove my Irish mettle.
The girls in Ireland told us about the Matchmaker Festival that takes place in Ireland at the bar depicted above. They did such a great job recreating the building! The story goes that matches made at this bar in Ireland are meant to be. Better get photo proof with the husband just in case this faux bar counts for luck!
I forget which country, but this was cool:
At the China booth, they explained how, during the New Year celebration, people in China make cut-outs using paper in the lucky color red. Paper crafting on new years? Sounds awesome to me.
A lot of countries have displays like the one below, where they showcase traditional costumes and have information that you can read about certain festivals or traditions.The Netherlands also had this working wind-up organ:
We stop to hear this organ each time we come to A World A’Fair. One year, they let me kids crank it up and they received ‘Juinior Organ Grinder’ certificates. I knew they were monkeys!
Here is the organ in action:
I forget which country this was, too, but I really like their display over the walkway:
The Scotland booth has had these wooden photo cut-outs for as long as we’ve been coming to A World A’Fair over the years. We always have to snap a photo. The kids always make the same faces.
World A’Fair Food
Of course, my favorite part of any festival is tasting all of the food. I’m not out to eat a meal, I just want to taste a bit of everything. The serving sizes at A World A’Fair are perfect for tasting a little bit of what every country has to offer.
We tried at least three empanadas from all over the world, baklava in Turkey, cream puffs in Germany, mochi from Japan, and gyros in Greece. My husband, Mr T, always tries the haggis in Scotland, but this year they were all out. That means everyone actually ate all of that haggis.
World A’Fair Performances
All day, every day of the World A’Fair event, there is dancing, music, and even workshops for guests to enjoy. One year, we were treated to a taiko lesson from Japan. This year, we stuck to the larger of the two stages to take in a few acts.
Stop! See this guy? The one with the magnificent Ron Swanson mustache to match his pelt? Here, he is exiting the stage after his country’s dance.
My husband, in his infinite wisdom, approached him and called him a yeti. To which Yeti Ron Swanson scoffed and started weaving a tale about how he was a creature who warded off winter with the cacophony of bells strapped to his butt. He took the time to teach us all about it, and shake his ass in boisterous abandon. But I must have been mesmerized by his Nick Offerman charm, because now I forget which country all of that happens in.
Half the reason to attend A World A’Fair is conversations like that.
Even though I have enough Scottish in me to enjoy the bagpipes, the performance from France was by far my favorite, as my good friend Karla was part of the group! She deftly cross-stepped her way across the stage as two handsome Parisian men tried to woo her.
A World A’Fair happens each May at the Dayton Convention Center. If you’re looking to eat, drink, dance, and maybe even learn something, I suggest marking the calendar for this, one of Dayton’s best annual events.
If there’s anything The Wiz has taught me, it’s that scary things live in the subway.
When I am in Manhattan, you can bet I am on an assignment adventure. This time, I accepted an invitation from Gordon Ramsay’s London Bar NYC to try their Fashion Week-themed drinks.
My mother and I headed out from the Millennium Hotel in Times Square for a chilly walk that day, talking the long way ’round in hopes of shoving some New York sights into our eyeballs before grabbing drinks on Chef Ramsay’s dime. Little did we know, our journey to complimentary cocktails would be a gauntlet of giant man-eating dolls and shiny wild animals.
Since we were in NYC during fashion week, I was expecting to see some of the best window displays along 5th Avenue. The above Armani shop was inspiring; decked out in hearts and nothing but breathtaking.
However, this little lady was lurking just down the street:
And by ‘little lady’, I mean a 10 foot tall Blythe doll. Check out the security guard standing next to her. Oh, thanks, Bottega Veneta. You’ve erased all fear of street crime from my brain, because now I’ve got this reality to deal with.
It was unsettling, until I realized that her friends were lurking just a few steps away. Then my brain broke: Nope nope nope nope.
All I can think of is what their blinking must sound like. Suddenly, I’m in a dark alley. Click-clack. Squeeeak. Good thing their proportions would make running virtually impossible. They’d canter forward unsteadily, and then crumple into a ball of bouncing, breaking plastic, rolling down the sidewalk and into a subway stairwell.
If there’s anything The Wiz has taught me, it’s that scary things live in the subway:
Later, we crossed paths into another realm; an ethereal world of gossamer dreams, glimmering secrets, and overpriced accessories:
Draped in purses, shoes, sunglasses and scarves, these animals somehow seemed more naked than a Yogi Bear. Maybe it was the because they were shiny? Shiny in an obscene way, somehow. Put some pants on, you animals!
If you know where these were, let me know. They were life-sized and absolutely beautiful. Almost enough to bleach my brain the Blythe nightmare fuel down the street.
Time to See the Wizard
After fighting our way though the jungle of horror and whimsy, we arrived at the London Bar in need of a hard drink or four.
Our selections included the London Red Carpet, Little Black Dress, and Haute Toddy (get it? get it? Fashion week!)
My favorite drink at the London Bar, by far, was the Haute Toddy. Incidentally, my husband, Mr. Todd, makes regular ol’ ‘Hot Toddys’ for me back at home, so I may have been a bit biased. That, and the Haute Toddy was a hot drink, and the warmth of my soul had just been sucked out by our cold Manhattan walk and the sleepless evil of Blythe.
Even though I’m a fan of drinking my dinner, we ordered a plate of $11 french fries. This beat my previous single french fry order record of $9. Hey, when you give an Irish lady some spending money, she’s likely to go buy whiskey and potatoes. Just saying. Since my whiskey was free, the fries seemed like a downright bargain (no).
London Bar NYC’s ‘Stylish Sips’ Top Four:
Haute Toddy: After a long walk in the cold, a Haute Toddy was hands-down our favorite. Boozed up with plenty of whiskey, this spin on an old favorite had just enough citrus to keep the taste light.
Little Black Dress: This one is a chocolatey Kahlua drink served over ice with a cherry. Though it was a dessert drink, this one wasn’t too rich, diluted enough to keep it tasting clean.
London Red Carpet: This crimson beverage was fruit-punchy, but not sickly sweet. However, it was supposed to be spicy, but lacked the kick that i was expecting.
Glamazon: This one comes in last, just because it didn’t have as strong a theme or ‘gimmick’ as the first three. Spicy, chocolaty, and hot are hard to compete with when you’re just a fruity seabreeze.
I hadn’t expected to be in NYC this Spring to catch some inspiration for next fall, but luckily, I was able to get to the city with my mom for a few days of fashion craziness. This was a really fun trip for just my mom and me- we hadn’t yet been on a trip with just us.
Vogue Runway Retreat
Amid designer interviews, sightseeing, and a few runway events, we had an exciting evening on our schedule: the Vogue Runway Retreat VIP party! I met a lot of fashion bloggers, had a few drinks, and even found my way to the makeover chair.
Usually I’m the one face painting at parties, so this was a change of pace for me.
Above: Me pretending I can afford this bag at the Vogue Runway Retreat during Fashion Week, February 2014.
When I found out I would be in NYC for Fashion Week, I experienced a phenomenon that I wasn’t really used to… when I vacation, I usually choose my most comfortable shirts, a few pieces of fun jewelry, and a nice sweater. Okay, I usually vacation at Walt Disney World, so there are some fairly ridiculous hats in there, too. I’d never been on a trip that centered completely around fashion before.
Above: Coat #1 that I packed just in case., good enough for both sightseeing and arriving at Gordon Ramsay’s London Bar in Manhattan.
Above: Coat #2, Awesome 70’s Jacket. Great for subway trips with my awesome friend Aaron Gold and my mom, as we accidentally sought out one of the best places I’ve eaten, Jeepney. But that’s another adventure.
After a weekend in New York City, here I am sitting in my quiet suburban Ohio home. It feels a lot like when you have a super busy day, then lay down in bed to sleep. As your head buzzes with recent events, it can be hard to get a wink of shuteye. Going to NYC and coming home to Ohio is like that; awake, asleep… I’ll be processing my first glimpse of the city for weeks.
I was in NYC for the annual About.com Guide Event. It’s a way for all of us About.com Experts to get together and discuss business… but more importantly, it’s a chance to meet the other About.com writers and staff over drinks.
Here, I learned that there is no shame in changing from my airplane clothes to cocktail hour attire in the company bathroom. Apparently city folk do this kind of thing all the time.
My very first experience in NYC was jumping off the subway and angrily fast-walking through the city. Like a real New Yorker! As newbies, my husband and I had missed our subway stop, resulting in a mad dash from 16th street up to 43rd on Times Square to make the first meeting. Okay, it was for cocktail hour, but our first time meeting the other About.com Experts.I will run for cocktails.
I went from dumpy t-shirt and jeans to my business casual attire ala Superman… in the bathroom stall, then attempted to pass it off as a clever demonstration of that DIY Fashion expertise. Not bad for stall couture, eh? Hey, look, my bourbon is gravitating toward something on the wall…
With about 200 Experts in attendance -plus staff- conversations were almost like speed dating. What is your site? Where are you from? Nice top! NEXT!
The crazy thing about this event is that each writer is an absolute expert in their site topic. At one point, I was talking about visiting Brooklyn during our stay, and the Brooklyn expert actually started hand-writing directions to her top recommendations. My internet dreams were coming true. Thanks, Ellen!
Representing DIY Fashion, I sported my finger-knit scarf and a button bracelet both at the event and on the streets of New York City. While fashion tends to be high-end in midtown, I received enough compliments on my homemade accessories to loiter proudly outside Tiffany’s.
Saturday night, We headed to Times Square for some tourist-overload and I cleverly swapped my heels for sneakers at dinner. I’m already a pro at this! My number one fashion tip for NYC is this: Wear sneakers and pack the heels in your bag. Yep, these obvious bits of information are why I’m paid to do this.
As a first-timer, I had no idea how common celebrity sightings are in NYC. While headed to Times Square on Saturday night, Bonny, About.com Dating Expert, nonchalantly pointed out Mr. Anderson Cooper. I may have followed him across the street to prove to her that it wasn’t him. It was, and he was surprised.
If you have hung around this site for very long, then you know I loves me some costumes. NYC did not disappoint on a Saturday night in September. With my Halloween anticipation peaking, I got pretty excited about the everyday masquerade in the city.
Here are some of the most notable Time Square costumes:
And Gold Guy!
Here is my own costume for crawling Madison Avenue on a Sunday afternoon:
And just to remind myself of what NYC has to offer, here was my Sunday breakfast view from the 6th floor of 1500 Broadway. A far cry from watching Gizmo’s morning squirrel chase in the backyard. Oh, NYC, I’ll be back soon!
I was posting these photos and more in real time on Twitter. If you want to follow my adventures live, follow me @DIY_Fashion.
I recently took part in a knit/crochet bombing project here in Beavercreek, Ohio. Working with the local parks department, our group organized local talented knitters/crocheters in the area and created beautiful works to cover dull, uninteresting surfaces like bike racks and poles. We also added to the natural beauty of local trees by adding knit pieces carefully to the trunks.
Everything was going to be cut away and removed after a few weeks. The idea was to add to the beauty of Beavercreek, and encourage residents to look at things a bit differently. We also wanted to encourage the artistic community, and delight the kids at parks with these whimsical splashes of color.
Unfortunately, some Beavercreek residents took it upon themselves to cut off our work and throw it away. This included one very painstakingly executed piece of mine, which was a TARDIS from Dr. Who. I had affixed it to a square pole at the bike station. In a week, it was gone.
I felt robbed, but that is the risk of putting up yarn art like this. Still, I try to picture the thief in my head, hacking at the stitches I carefully counted and earned callouses for. I had worked hard on this, then put it up for the community to enjoy. I did it for my town, and then someone felt the need to destroy that.
Did they keep it? Probably not. All of the other yarn art at that location was removed the same night. Someone probably took scissors to my TARDIS and threw it in a heap with the rest.
I thought at first that young vandals had gotten to the work, but this was happening at nearly all of the dozens of parks that we had set up yarn art at. It became quite clear that an organized effort had been made by the neighbors of these parks to remove the art.
If any of those neighbors ever get to read this, know that we had permission from the parks department. We were trying to encourage the artistic community in a ‘town’ whose town square equates to a mall.
We had every right to try to brighten things up around here and inspire a sense of community, and I’m so sorry that you felt the need to shit all over that.
Last fall, my children and I were fortunate enough to visit the Wegerzyn Gardens MetroPark here in Dayton during an exhibit of the work of Patrick Dougherty.
The work was like Dr. Seuss took a basket weaving class taught by Tim Burton. It took over 1000 hours of local volunteer work to complete. The finished work is a coil of tunnels and half-ceilings, hidden cubbies and doorways.
It was surreal, interactive, and felt like a home. The ‘Wiggle in It’s Walk’ sculpture is a departure from Dougherty’s other works that I have admired from afar (i.e. on the interwebs). This one is like a habitat, a friendly neighborhood of interwoven hallways and rooms. His other stick work is usually reminiscent of spider nests, soft-serve ice cream, and cottages.
We felt like little birds or squirrels, realized in human form. Like what Strawberry Shortcake’s or the Smurfs neighborhood should be like. We were outdoors, but inside. Curious, peeking here and there and laughing with other people. Strangers who were experiencing the work in much the same way.
The willow branches were formed to create not only doorways, but also windows that looked out onto the surrounding gardens. Each window created a frame for the landscape.
Hey, when you have three kids, you have to do a shot like this once in a while. I enjoyed sharing Dougherty’s work with my children, and caught more than a few adults skipping through like they were kids themselves. When you’re made to feel smaller than sticks, who can resist? I feel like this was something pure and whimsical, and those moments don’t come by very often in life.
This summer, take a day trip to Dayton, bring a picnic lunch, and enjoy this unique work at the gardens. It was built to last at least two years, but life happens, so be sure to put this one on your calendar. I promise you won’t be disappointed. More information on the exhibit.