It's truly a magical place where we can feel like a kid again, there's no comparable place. We arrived at Disneyland very early and we rode in lots of attractions like the Haunted House, a rollercoaster, another rollercoaster, a boat ride inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean, Space Mountain (twice), the classic teacups attraction and to finish off, a ride where our seats were shaped as Dumbo.
Between all this, there was naturally a parade, where my friends and I yelled the characters' names, the heroes of our childhood. You really do feel a thrill inside. Something a bit bad happened, though, but it was funny at the same time. A friend of mine got lost and we only found here because she had the luck to find a nice portuguese man who lent her his cellphone. As soon as I picked up my cellphone I couldn't help laughing when she told me in a very scared voice that she was at the "Hakuna Matata" restaurant. Epic.
After a lot of shopping and completely broken-down, we went back the hostel. Our last night was very... terrifying to say the least. I shared my room with three other girls, and while one of those girls and I were in another room, a man went in our room with no warning or a polite knock on the door (yes, we left the door open because it was very rusty and didn't close properly). A man with nothing but briefs on. No, not boxers. Briefs. Tight and clinging briefs, the sort you don't imagine a middle aged man to be wearing them. Meanwhile, one of the girls was lying down, reading, and the other girl was in the toilet. When we figured out what was happening and why he was there (our french is a bit rusty), he explained that we were making a lot of noise. Well, two of us in another room, another one lying down and the other one in the toilet... only if my friend's stomach was really, really achey, which wasn't the case.
After several inappropriate looks by said man, we decided to wake up our teacher and the case was solved. There still was a little chat the next morning between my teacher and him, where she took him down and had the right to. Or is it normal in France for middle aged men to walk inside a room where there are sixteen year old girls? Exactly, my friend, je croie que non.
Wendy, come on! It's time to dream!
Paris, tu me manques beaucoup.
Bisou, bisou *
* Todas as fotografias tiradas por mim.
ahhh I really want to go to disneyland paris
ReplyDeletewhat I meant in the last comment...we only had one free day in Paris so they chose to spend their time there than like at the Eiffel Tower.
it bugged me.
that is really creepy...THAT HOSTEL IS NIX FOR OUR TRIP, 'KAY?
Daaang, you went to disneyland? I haven't been there since I was like, five. And it wasn't in PARIS. jerk :P
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