So you’re going on a Disney vacation with the family and various hangers-on, and you are excited with the planning, stress, and assorted dreams attached to such an endeavor. That’s to be expected. However, you might also be wondering about the possibility of romance on said vacation, and if Disney even lends itself to such things.
You’ve seen the films, right?
Disney Parks are more romantic than many people think. Yes, there is magic in the air, that’s a given. Yes, there is childlike wonder and troubles forgotten. There are smiles, sighs, and moments of pure joy — that’s all included in the price of admission. And through it all there is romance.
Just go with me here.
Surely, Walt must have known what he had created. He must have strolled the streets of Disneyland and understood what he had done. The lands lit by stars and lanterns, and backed by an endless soundtrack of memories and promise, are pure romance in its most innocent form.
That’s the sweet stuff.
Miles Davis knew this. So too, Louis Armstrong, Dave Brubeck, and Gene Simmons. Yes, that Gene Simmons. That’s why you’ll find the songs of Disney in their respective canons. They bought what Walt was selling and in turn they peddled it themselves. Some people just want to fill the world with silly love songs, and there is nothing wrong with that.
You get lost there, in the Happiest Place on Earth (or the Disney Park of your choice, I chose Magic Kingdom). You let yourself go. In quiet moments your mind wanders to dreams, smiles, and the sweetheart on your arm, and you might find yourself, as I did, on one knee beneath the shadow of fireworks, kneeling at the base of a castle surrounded by streams, roses, and bated breaths of silence.
It is a place of magic and fairy tales. There is a hope of possibility in the air and it engulfs you with every breath. For a brief time the lines between your life and your dreams blur and become one. You are drunk without drink (although there are plenty of bars in Downtown Disney), and it spreads with rapid and loose abandonment.
It is as if you have been picked up out of the cubicle of daily routine and placed in your favorite movie, alongside dreamers, stars, and Super Bowl champions. It feels right. You belong. Everything you did before your arrival was but a stepping stone to get you here. To get you to this moment. You are reminded of the plans you once had and who it was that you thought you would grow to be. And maybe you are, if just for a moment.
Perhaps you spot a Princess out for a stroll, deep in thoughts of kingdoms and ballrooms. Perhaps you spy your hosts sharing a private moment away from their guests. They too can feel it. It is not the romance of lust and the meaningless fancies that fill our daily lives between commercials for Las Vegas and lingerie (not that there is anything wrong with that). It is the romance of knowing that there is hope in this world and that you want to share it with someone, even if it is just holding their hand across a moonlit bridge. It is the magic of promise for better days and the righting of wrongs. It dares you to imagine what life should be and encourages you to make it so.
It is family, like Walt intended, if such a thing can be considered romantic. I like to think that it can.
You can find whatever your heart desires on a Disney vacation (using the Mobile Magic app can help), and that includes all flights of fancy. Churros not included.
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