Hey it’s Chhavi and I am not attempting to pirate my mama’s blog site. However here is another episode from our very first trip abroad.
And then there was Disneyland
The third day of the trip? Boom. Best day. Because guess where we went? DISNEYLAND. Yep, the location where Mickey Mouse lives and everything feels like fairy floss and insane trips.
So, outside our hotel, this expensive bus concerned choose us up, it resembled the bus was suggested for my trip. There were other guests too, however undoubtedly, I was the most ecstatic one (I believe). When we reached, the very first thing I saw was a water fountain– down it was water, and up top was Mickey Mouse himself simply chilling on it. I enjoyed that water fountain.
Then, there was a statue nearby. Mridula (my mom), Vasudha (my sibling), and I stood there for images. But guess what? I was hectic having fun with something (do not ask what, even I do not understand), and everybody desired me to posture. NO THANKS. I was not thinking about offering “poses” like a film star. It was hot, I was currently frustrated, and they wanted me to stall? Impossible.
And then came the rides. OH MY CRAZY GOODNESS. The weather condition was boiling like the sun was sitting right on my head, and every ride had a 50 minute wait (which really felt like five hours). My sibling went on a roller rollercoaster. I was too small, so I stayed with Mridula and waved bravely from the ground. Then came the elephant ride, Dumbo design. My sis dragged me into that line, and we waited … and waited … and WAITED. When we finally got on, it just went like doomey-doomey-doomey (yes, that’s the sound). No genuine flying. Just pretend rolling.
At some point, Vasudha and I were DONE. We begged mom to take us back. It had to do with 4.00 pm at night. She said, “Let’s simply go inside someplace with a/c and cool down,” however we declined, the hotel, objective successful.
From Mridula, the Owner of this Blog!
“What can I state about Disneyland? As soon as we stepped out of the bus, I knew it was going to be among those days, hot, stressful, and filled with drama. I rapidly spotted the taxi stand. I had a feeling the women would quit at some point during the day. I attempted to keep them interested, however kids are kids. The worst part for me? They ‘d buy whatever they liked the name of, then not eat it. Do you understand how it feels to pay in foreign currency for unblemished fries and melting sundaes ?! I almost lost my mind.”
From Vasudha (My Sibling)
” Yes, we went to Disneyland, and yes, it was magical. Even the long, insane lines didn’t eliminate my enjoyment. However there was this minute, I went on a trip alone because Chhavi couldn’t be left by herself. When I got off, they weren’t there. I worried so much I believed I ‘d pass out. I was just 9, and I legit thought I ‘d need to live in Disneyland forever with Mickey Mouse. However then I saw them walking towards me like nothing took place. I wanted to weep but attempted to look cool.”
A Sprinkle of My Thoughts (aka Chhavi Once again)
Disneyland isn’t just about rides– it has to do with moments. The odd ones, the funny ones, the panic, the drama, the ice creams that melt before you can complete them. It’s the place where memories get made– even the ones where your sister abandons you on a roller rollercoaster, or your mom becomes a food police since you didn’t complete that churro!
You can check out my Tokyo Disneyland experience too/