The Madness of Disney


I love to travel. I love it so much, that now, as if the universe heard my plea and call, I found a way to make a living at it.

But there is one place I have avoided like the plague. The one place where I am sure, in my cynical little heart, that all of the magic and dazzle that I created in my little 4-year-old brain will suddenly become One. Big. Disappointment.

That place is Disney.

When I was a little girl, I loved- loved- loved ANYTHING to do with Mickey Mouse. My blanket, my t-shirt, my necklace… all of it had Mickey Mouse on it. Don’t believe me?


Note the necklace.


Note the blanket.


Note the T Shirt.

And so on and so forth.

There is no denying my desire to consume Mickey, and not just in fashion, I had stuffed animals, plus all of the records from the Mickey Mouse Club… ” M-I-C.. See you real soon… K-E-Y.. Why? Because We like you!”

Oh yeah.. I was the real deal Disney fan.

There was even a nod to Cinderella at my wedding. Tiara? Check! Big Poofy, Tulle Dress? Check!

Over time.. I just put it out of my head. Why? because the magic sort of.. dissipated.

It was the whole “happily ever after” thing. Life happened and it hit hard. I dealt with the blows, and though it may have humbled me a bit, it left this snarky little mess behind.

And so the cynic was born.

Even as a child, I sort of gave up after years and years of begging my parents to take me to Disney World. What I didn’t realize as a wee lass was how ridiculously expensive it was going to be for a young family (my parents would have been in their 20s.) In my 20s, I could barely afford anything better than Boone’s Farm wine. (I think you get my drift here.)

It wasn’t until my early 40s would I really meet my Prince Charming, and guess where he wants to take our little make-shift family this October? Disney World.

I have to admit,he really should win Dad of the year.  Without a doubt, he wants nothing more than for his girls (which includes Me!) to experience the magical world of Disney.

And honestly… I’m starting to get a little excited. At first I thought, “Are you freaking kidding me?” The amount of money we will be dropping on this vacation could quite possibly get the four of us to Europe. I questioned his motives and began to equate Disney to the same cultural experience as eating in chain restaurants.

But then I decided to relax into it. I picked up his book – Hidden Magic of Disney  and began to t9781440528101_p0_v1_s192x300humb through it. I knew we would only be hitting the Magic Kingdom & Epcot, so I read through each page carefully, putting little purple glitter gel pen stars by items of interest.

In classic Nicole fashion, I then opened up YouTube and researched the rides. I found every single ride in a video from the POV. Then…

Oh and then…

I started to get a little into it.

And just like when you announce to a small child you are going to do something you know they like, I told my Prince Charming that I was researching the trip and was sort of starting to get excited about it- that’s when it happened: He lit up! By making him happy, I became super happy. And thus… The Magic of Disney took hold.

I made of list of things I always wanted to do as a child: I wanted to ride the tea cups and visit the castle. I wanted my picture with Cinderella and visit the Eiffel Tower at Epcot. I wanted to hear that silly song “It’s a small world” so many times until I can’t get it out of my head.

And I want to wear my Mickey ears.

With all of that being said, we are planning our magical trip to Disney. We booked a weekend during the Food & Wine Festival (yes, you can be jelly if you want to!) And yes, we booked a decent Disney Resort – Coronado Springs. And yes, we got the Magic Bands customized with our Disney character’s names. (We took a Buzzfeed Quiz to find out who we were most like. Unfortunately, I am no Cinderella. More like Megara.) So it is officially happening.

The madness known as Disney is set for late October.

Tickets? Check. Reservations for food? Check. Magic bracelets? Check. Resort? Check.

Boom & Done.


Published by nicolesdestinationunknown

Tourism Director * Freelance Writer * Southern * Catholic * Crazy Cat Lady * Wonder Women * Coffee Addict * Traveler * Voracious Reader * Cultural Junkie * *GSD Mom*

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