Disneyland, part II

A couple more quick takes on things at the Magic Kingdom.

First, I would be horribly, bitterly, visciously miffed if I had bought single-day tickets.

We were there for four hours in the mid-day to early afternoon, and went on two rides: Dumbo (I know, I've already thought it too), and a Winnie the Pooh ride. The rest of the time was spent going from one side of the park to the other, standing in lines, and trying to find relief from the heat, sun and throngs. We left to go home and recoup for a few hours, then went back in the evening, with was vastly better - until the parade and fireworks, whose main purpose seems to be to make it even more difficult to get from one side of the place to the other, and then to funnel all available bodies onto Main Street, so walking with a stoller is guaranteed to run over toes.

The only thing that kept us a bit upbeat was the knowledge that we could come back all year - especially in the off season, when life is relaxed at the Diz. We could learn the ins and outs, and get the good stuff down pat.

How awful would it be, to be standing in a line for 90 minutes, thinking "we get on an airplane tomorrow morning, and THIS is how I spend my last day of vacation?"

Bottom line: Disneyland is the ultimate contrast. Fodder for rants and screeds and who knows what else that cry out against the crowds, the lines, the food, etc. It is also - at the same time - the source of innumerable precious memories that my kids will hold on to, just as I do from the times when I was a little kid, and we went to Disneyland.

So, which side wins? Did I have a rotten time, or dear moment?

It all depends on who's eyes we look thorough.