With his blessing, I made my way to Disneyland solo yesterday.
I was on a mission.
I was Finding Nemo.
I do not normally go in for excessive waiting.
In this instance, however, I was willing to do it for old time's sake.
I checked the wait time board at the end of Main Street:
I was still trying to do the math as I made my way back toward Small World to join the line.
I gave up, figuring it was a long time.
I was totally committed to my mission.
I was relieved to see the line started by the Matterhorn rather than Small World.
We got to know each other pretty well in the time that followed.
Here are some of the sights we saw:
I can't get excited about the Autopia ride:
More likely, though, it's because it is a grim reminder of what I fought through to get here in the first place.
Here's one of our first views of the Lagoon:
The seagulls talk now, as opposed to the last time I saw them:
We actually arrived at our sub in 75 minutes, not the stated 210:
It was well worth the wait.
Congratulations Disney!
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