My parents are celebrating their fiftieth wedding anniversary. My Father is celebrating his 70th birthday. This makes my Dad 19 when he got married and 20 when he had Andrew, which is astoundingly baby like. Their request to celebrate two momentous milestones is to come here, to a Disneyland and stay in the Disneyland Hotel. (If I am truly honest, if I were to reach 70 and/ or 50 years – unlikely unless I meet someone today and live till 95 – I would ask for something else for a present. But that’s me and it’s not my moment.) So here we are in Disneyland Paris for the week and the parents are in heaven.
I let them be yesterday as I was feeling wretched and they skeedaddled off, systematically riding every ride in every land. Shopping till they dropped. My nieces have that many Princess dresses and accessories now that we are going to have to make a separate post as we are way over luggage. Every niche of this park has been explored by them. They are exhausted.
What impresses me about my parents is there is no ride they will not attempt. Space Mountain 2, which is awesome and has two inversions, Indiana Jones, runaway mining cart roller coaster with one inversion, Big Thunder Mountain, which you need to come here and try if you’ve only done the lame California one. Nothing is missed. Which is very impressive for a 71 and 70-year-old. Slap on the heart patches and away we go.
They may keep their eyes closed while riding but, hey, at least they’re there. The tourist photos the rides take and then try to sell you are hysterical. Each time they are there, eyes tightly shut. If it weren’t for the fact that the photos are so expensive we could have a record of every ride ridden, eyes wide shut. Ahhhhh, memories….
Away For A Bit 