Well, for me it’s a lot about childhood memories (I know, I know: total clichee). My father was a bit of a workaholic and we only took about three vacations (one of which, renting a beach house for a week, he worked through) while he was still alive, the first of which was an Orlando vacation back when the Magic Kingdom was all there was at Disney World (Epcot was two years off). The summer he died we took a decompression trip up there with the family of a good family friend who died two weeks before (the family that my stepfather hails from, interestingly enough) and it was just enough time that we were able to bond and deal with our collective grief while still taking a break from all our worries (see what I did there?). After that, I returned once with my folks while I was in college and then my girlfriend (who would become my wife) and I drove there for spring break while I was working on my oral comps. in grad school (it was one of those make or break trips. I guess it made our relationship). Whenever I go, I just feel like a little kid again and I LOVE seeing the little ones enjoy it in a way that is just not the same at any other theme park.
I otherwise despise the Disney company. I think they’re rather bloodthirsty leeches who will sell their sainted grandmothers for a buck, but that theme park seems, at least when I’m there, like a nice refuge from that attitude…until you pay the park admission. Sheesh! :rolleyes:
- La Habana, Cuba (avoid the beach resorts when possible - it’s kind of like what Armando said about being in a resort in Haiti)
I’m so jealous, Casilda! Cuba is my ancestral home (and I use ancestral loosely. My folks were both born in Cuba) and I would love to visit. I had a chance to go with my mother back in 1999 but couldn’t raise the requisite funds.