Rides were ridden. Churros were eaten (but not enough of them. There’s never enough churro eating.) We got sick as dogs and kept on pushing and shoving at Disneyland anyway. We were beyond exhausted and kept getting up at 6am anyway.
John met Mickey.
We met Pluto.
And yes, on our last day there, we finally met the pardoned turkey. Our work at Disneyland was done.
So until next time, we truly overloaded on Disneyland. I’ve had my fill for the next few years, anyway!
1 comment:
Sounds like you had a good time!
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