Disneyland | California, USA

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Let it be known that I am an absolute kid at heart. I love Disney. And I mean, loooooooove Disney. I’m such a huge fan that I even spend a few weekends as a Disney Princess – but that’s another story. 


Really though, I can’t get enough of Disney and all its theme parks. I’ve made it a personal mission to visit all of them, whichever country they’re in. So far, I’ve ticked off Anaheim, Hong Kong, and Paris, and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

I have vivid memories of stepping foot in Anaheim’s Disneyland Park when I was little. I had a stark red windbreaker on – possibly to help my parents find me among the crowd – a Minnie Mouse hat on my head and an autograph book and a fairly huge pen in hand. Forget pictures with the mascots, I wanted to see them up close and get their autograph. Also, for the record, I didn’t know there were people inside the mascots back then… I honestly thought they were real creatures. 

I guess you could say I was captured by Disney’s magic. Or that, you know, I was a kid who didn’t know any better. 

Oh well, whichever works.

The last time Vergs and I were in San Diego, I told him we had to drive over to Anaheim for Disneyland. It was practically non-negotiable. So off we went, bags in tow with an Airbnb reservation waiting. 

We scored a pretty good deal on tickets c/o the military discount, so that was another perk. Trust me, if you or your partner is serving in the military, do not pass up on the chance to save a few bucks when it comes to theme parks and other tourist attractions. To be honest, Vergs and I were practically regulars over at the Tickets & Travel office on base.

Anyway, I digress.

Disneyland was as always, beautiful in more ways than one. For some reason, everything instantly looks so much better in the park – even if it’s under cloudy skies. Sure, there were pockets of rain the weekend we visited and they may have made the linesterribly longer than usual. But all was well as long as we had shelter. 


I think we spent a grand total of 4 hours in line that day. This means a lot taking into consideration how we were there the hour the gates opened. We were so worn out by 4:30pm, we literally plopped on a bench and stayed put until the 6pm parade. 

In hindsight, this was actually a great idea because we scored amazing “front row” seats to the parade – one of the best pockets of happiness Disneyland could ever offer!

I had tears flowing from my eyes during the parade. Big fat tears that wouldn’t stop no matter how many times I bit the side of my mouth. I couldn’t help it. The parade blew me away. It was such a spectacle and there I was basking in all its sights and sounds. 

It was a long walk back to the shuttle after, but the parade had Vergs and I in smiles all the way through. There couldn’t have been a more perfect way to end the day.

P.S. Massive thanks to the one who constantly lets me drag him and his tired feet everywhere. I love you, babe!

P.P.S. It’s okay. I know you love me too.