I spent this past week in Orlando, Florida with my family exploring the Disney parks and venturing around the surrounding areas. (Read my last post for the optimism I posted before the trip.) While this week was fun and surely did amount to some necessary family time, it wasn’t all pixie dust and magic, despite what Disney may advertise.
When we ventured through Epcot, Animal Kingdom, and yes, even the iconic Magic Kingdom, I began to notice that there was a universal trend among the people.
First, let me explain a few things about myself. I am not someone who enjoys big crowds of people, as they often lead to me feeling anxious and claustrophobic. There was no escape from people this past week. The constant strangers nearby made me tiresome quickly. There was never a time when we were alone.
Now, imagine thousands of people cramped into small spaces drenched in their own sweat and rain. This is where the magic really happens. Happy families, who once bounded with excitement at the park’s gates, now complain of achy feet and hungry bellies. They complain about the heat, humidity, and rain in a multitude of languages. The perfect storm of events combine to create an even greater angst. Suddenly those amicable families are now yelling and screaming at their family members, thus proving the theory that all families are alike, regardless of one’s cultural identification.
I suddenly began to see all these people, once different by languages or race, as one large group of human beings huddled beneath the umbrella of the Disney magic. The irony is that you’ll complain, you’ll sweat, and you’ll be broke after paying for this magical Disney experience.
The bus rides home from the parks were packed with tired passengers, but as they scrolled through the pictures on their phone from their experiences of the day, they smiled on the moments they shared together. I guess there is a little magic left, after all.