Page 72 of Hot Shot
“Yeah, that’s a nope from me. I can do some heights, but only if the ride is tame.”
“There’s still plenty to do. Come on, let’s go get our picture taken in front of the castle,” he says taking my hand.
We make our way down Main Street. My eyes dart around trying to take everything in.
“Are we going to take a selfie?” I ask, trying to figure out how we’re going to get any kind of good picture with all the hustle and bustle.
“Nah. Caleb told me to look for a . . . What did he call it?” He fiddles with the bill of his cap, glancing around. “Over there.” He points to a young woman dressed in a Disney uniform and holding a camera.
“Hi,” he greets her.
“Hello. Welcome to Magic Kingdom. Would you like your picture taken?” She smiles at us.
“Yes, please.”
She leads us over to a spot in front of the castle. After getting into position she takes a few photos.
“Do you have a PhotoPass card already?” she asks.
Hunter shakes his head, and she pulls one out of her pocket. She scans the barcode on it and passes it to him.
“At any other PhotoPass spots during your visit give the photographer this, and they’ll scan it to add the pictures. At the end of your trip, you can either go to the website and order the pictures you want or visit the Emporium at the entrance,” she says.
“Thank you,” I say. Today’s already shaping up to be a great day.
We wander past the castle and turn right toward a section of the park called Tomorrowland, which is very spacey and futuristic-looking. Or I suppose what the designers thought the architecture of the future would be like. All the buildings are metallic, there are neon signs everywhere.
We pass Space Mountain and Buzz Lightyear’s ride, which looks like fun. We come to a stop in front of a ride called the People Mover.
“What do you think about trying this one?” Hunter nods to the entrance of the ride. “The sign says it’s slow moving, but it’s up high.”
I gaze up at the ride in front of us. It’s a slow-moving open-air trolley that winds its way above Tomorrowland, even going through some of the other rides. Probably pretty tame. I think I can handle it.
“Sounds good to me.”
Hunter takes my hand and leads me up the escalator. Thankfully, there isn’t much of a line, apparently no one opts for the slow rides in the morning, and soon we’re getting into a car.
A few hours later, we’re wandering around Adventureland, where everything looks like a tropical jungle. I don’t feel like I’m in Florida anymore with the way the buildings and rides are designed, plus there’s a lot of lush tropical vegetation.
I spot a sign for the Enchanted Tiki Room that boasts of a show filled with singing birds, and I make a mental note to check out the show times on our way back.
Right now I’m on a mission to find something magical called Pineapple Dole Whip. Earlier, while we were waiting in line for a ride, I researched must-try foods at Magic Kingdom and stumbled upon it. Everyone was raving about the ice-cream-type dessert made out of pineapple, so I knew we needed to try it.
We stand in a long line at Aloha Isle Refreshments. Apparently it’s a very popular treat.
Eventually it’s our turn and we put in our order. We both opt for cones. With our treats in hand, we make our way to a bench in the shade.
Hunter takes off his hat, setting it next to him, pushes his sunglasses to the top of his head, and turns to me. “Having fun?”
“I’m having so much fun,” I gush. “I can’t believe you brought me here. This was the best surprise ever.”
I take a bite of my Dole Whip and can’t help but moan at the sweet and creamy pineapple taste. Yep, everyone was right—definitely a treat you need to try if you’re at Magic Kingdom.
Hunter’s eyes darken and he leans closer so he can whisper. “Don’t do that, sweets. We’re out in public.”
I huff out a laugh. “Try it and you’ll see.”
He takes a bite and gasps. “Now I get it. This is delicious. We might need to make a second stop on our way out.”
