I haven’t written for a few weeks for a mixture of reasons, including bad internet and a busy and very fun beachy long weekend with old friends on Hilton Head Island in South Carolina:
But the main reason for no blog is that since leaving our friends and heading south towards Florida, I must admit to having felt rather flat and not at all like writing. It sounds silly that you could possibly be flat on the adventure of a lifetime: “Oh how sad, another beer on the beach at sunset with no looming threat of work in the near or even semi-distant future.”
The main reason for the flatness, probably like many people at the moment, is the state of the world. On this trip we have much more time to engage with it than in normal life, plus we have been so close to some of the worst things that have happened lately. The shooting in Orlando took place just days before we arrived here, so the radio, the newspapers and our social media feeds were, and still are, saturated. Then the heart-breaking shooting of an MP in the UK just made me despair- what on earth is happening in my home country?
The other bad news that was especially relevant, was the death of a little boy here at Disney World after being taken by an alligator. We have seen a lot of alligators since we arrived in the South and we could just imagine how something like that could happen – those poor parents, what an absolute horror.
So it’s strange that the thing that has turned my mood right around is Disney World itself. This place (aside from the alligators it would seem) is the absolute epitome of joy. There is a reason it’s the number one tourist destination in the world. When you are here, you forget all the bad in the world and only feel the good. Yes, it’s cheesy and it’s pure fantasy (and total capitalism – jeez, this place is pricey) but it’s truly magical and being around people smiling all day is infectious.
The rides are the perfect combination of fantasyland and adrenalin rush:
There are princesses everywhere that our girls think are actually real:
There are parades that spring from nowhere and are so brilliantly orchestrated I don’t think we’ll ever be able to go to Moomba again:
There was a show that included Elsa singing Let It Go – watching the girls faces was worth every goddam penny:
The only blip on the joyous landscape was a roller coaster ride entirely in the dark called Space Mountain. M. Hotford was tall enough for the ride, but I don’t think height should have been the pre-requisite.
I’ll add it to the ever-growing list of things that are inappropriate for kids when traveling with kids.
So if you’re feeling a bit what-does-it-all-mean and why-is-the-world-so-totally f*kt, I hope looking at those pictures took you away from it all for a minute. If not, there is always this list of cake decoration fails.This entry was posted in Florida