I finally made it to the Magic Kingdom in Disney World, Orlando. I was prepared to like the original Disneyland in California better. Maybe I do. But after getting over the shock of the enormous size of the park, it began to grow on me. Not for the rides exactly but for how you get to imagine yourself in another time and place and have more room to do so. And for the Castle. Definitely the Castle.
When you first arrive at the gate to the Magic Kingdom you find out you are only half-way there. You must travel by monorail or boat to get to the entrance and we chose the boat for the shorter line. On your journey you pass by some Disney resort lodging and then see the Castle in the distance.
It greets you at the end of Main Street,
and wherever you go it looms over the park,
beautiful from every angle
and every time of day.
Yes, we had a good time wandering through the ‘lands’ especially Adventureland and Frontierland, my favorites.
We took in the hokey Jungle Cruise where the third grade jokes were as bad as ever (people didn’t even pretend to laugh,)
rode the steam train, climbed the stairs to the Swiss Family Robinson Treehouse, and went on our favorite ride, Pirates of the Caribbean (it’s better at Disneyland.)
We took in attractions in Tomorrowland – they were dated – and went on a few children’s rides in Fantasyland when the line was short. And we walked and walked and walked.
The weather was unseasonably cold and even though it was a weekday the crowds were daunting and we were constantly dodging strollers.
Still, when darkness descended the Castle was beautiful. And if you closed your eyes, you just might imagine you were seeing the Neuschwanstein Castle in Germany, Disney’s inspiration.
I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for Disneyland. But the Castle wins at Disney World.