{"id":865,"date":"2009-12-21T20:57:17","date_gmt":"2009-12-22T03:57:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wp.wend.ca\/?p=865"},"modified":"2015-10-02T00:10:27","modified_gmt":"2015-10-02T06:10:27","slug":"seaworld21-dec-2009-2057","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wend.ca\/?p=865","title":{"rendered":"SeaWorld"},"content":{"rendered":"

Shamu, shamu, everything is Shamu. We have a little stuffed Shamu doll that goes everywhere, does everything, and is the centre of most conversations. Up until last week he was relatively anonymous — and the general thought was: why do we want to go see a big fish in a park?<\/p>\n

A day later La Ni\u00f1a<\/em> enjoyed SeaWorld more than the Zoo. There were crazy penguins, polar bears, rides, the shark tunnel, playing dolphins, silly seals, slippery rays, Shamu, and so much more.<\/p>\n

The greatest thing ever was Sesame Street play park, which, unlike the Calgary Zoo, had one entrance and one exit — and once in you couldn’t go back out the entrance. So, little miss La Ni\u00f1a<\/em> could play and play and play and play and run run run to exhaustion without me worrying she would be off visiting the penguins while I waited at one of seven random play park exits.<\/p>\n