This whole blogging from my phone thing could get serious.

Last morning in Disney = success.

In just under two hours, I rode Winnie the Pooh, Haunted Mansion, Peter Pan's Flight, and Big Thunder Mountain, watched Mickey's Philharmagic, and took a ride on the steam train. Oh, and I had Dole Whip for breakfast. My five year old self is crying out of pure joy right now.

Now it's time to get back to the hotel so I can finish packing (read: shoving way too much stuff into one tiny, unsuspecting suitcase) and get back home. Where there is no Dole Whip or Mickey Mouse, but there is less humidity and moments where you can trick yourself into thinking you're cold. Win.

1 comment

  1. I LOVE DISNEY!!!!! Forget the 5 year old self, I love it for my 27 year old self!

    Doesn't cold sound awesome? We don't have AC, and today is the first day in MONTHS that my house wasn't 80 degrees by 11 AM. I'm in a euphoric state.