[Note: it feels incredibly weird to talk about going on a family vacation when the world is on fire. Even if said vacation was planned incredibly far in advance. At the same time, we must grasp joy wherever we can find it and choosing only misery helps no one. Please don’t read any farther if this is going to upset you. I’m weary.]
After Tampa, BP and I were so lucky to be able to meet up with his folks in Disney—they’ve been going as a family for decades, and his folks have been going by themselves for a while now as well. They are a family who knows how to Disney and they do it very well!
This trip’s highlights were: eating escargot from any menu that had them, the safari, old rides we don’t have in Disneyland anymore, new rides, Oga’s cantina and building a droid, and flying a banshee one more time. That’s the very best one. It feels like riding a dragon, like actually flying. I thought maybe I was romanticizing my first ride a few years ago, but I wasn’t.
They make magic happen there, after all.
It was also a great distraction for my heart, which was (and still very much is) incredibly broken from losing Nacho.
A Place For Everything. 