We have been in Walt Disney World, Orlando since Sunday, an idea conceived behind my back when I was travelling with work recently.
I thought we were going for a few days of school half-term to New Orleans. Think jazz, beignets and hangovers, but my two girls decided that we finally dispel any notions that I expel that Disney doesn’t exist and come and visit Mickey & Minnie. Think Elsa, hot dogs and aching legs!
Actually, although my legs do ache like hell, I am begrudgingly quite enjoying it. Helped by the fact we are staying here, which although within the Walt Disney Resort, doesn’t cow tail to Micky and his overpowering marketing, we are having a whale of a time.
I last came to Disney in Orlando 24 years ago with two mates, one of whom was living and working here at the time, and absolutely loved it and decided then that Disney parks are not for kids at all but for adults.
However I have been turned. Seeing my little girl’s face light up at some of things we have done these last two days has sent me to bed with a very big smile, and makes me appreciate how lucky we are to share some of these memories.