Once upon a time in Europe – Final Part – Paris (Disneyland Park)
Well, no worries, there isn’t much to write on what happened at Disneyland. Oh, not that it was boring, it was, infact, one of the best part of the whole trip. But we didn’t do anything special from what a normal tourist would do on reaching this fantasy land. Just like every other person at Disneyland, we stood in queues for almost 2 hours to get into one single ride, we roamed here and there and took a lot of pics, we got lost in the different villages within the Park, we watched the Disney Parade, entered a few souvenir shops and came out empty handed, we had ice creams….you know what, let the pictures in a slideshow do the talking this time :
You can’t imagine how exhausted we were at the end of the day! And even ‘Sun’ ji wasn’t kind enough that day; it was really a tiresome day standing in all those queues with ‘Sun’ ji just above us, shamelessly smiling till about 6pm ! There were long queues in front of all the rides and to get into each ride, we had to be in the queue for atleast 90 mins; yes, ‘zimbly’ stand for one and a half hours !
The queue in the above snap was for food at a snack stall inside the park and not to be mistaken for one of those rides. It took me almost half an hour to reach even the food counter that day. Spot me if you can 😛
We had our dinner at some kinda fancy restaurant where a few Disney characters come near our table and entertain us. The kids seemed excited, running all over for autographs and posing for photos. I suppose they were under the impression that those were real Disney characters right out of the TV. But not all kids; check out how Dhwani reacted on seeing them :
Dhwani is going to murder me once she grows up, for making these pics public 😛
Our way back to the hotel after our dinner, we witnessed a miracle. We had been going in and out of the Disney Village for the last two days in the evenings for so many reasons and guess what happened on our last night in Paris (and also my second last night in Europe).
The whole world knows that I am obsessed with my name and especially, the letter ‘V’. It was like some sweet soul knowing that I am somewhere around, did this for me. The ‘isiting’ was also glowing until the previous day and since it happened on the last day, doesn’t it look like Paris thanking me for my visit. It doesnt ? Ok, lemme atleast think that way. Hmmpphh !!!!
You all know what happened the next day near the museum (mentioned as day 4 in the previous part). I was returning to India the day after and lemme take you all to the airport directly.
It was tough at the airport. I didn’t look or speak directly to my bro or s-i-l; I couldn’t. I kept playing with Dhwani and that infact relieved me a lot from the farewell pressure. After all the initial formalities at the airport, I waved my hands at them and left without looking back. My eyes were filled with tears and I let it remain that way without blinking or wiping, because then people would know that I am crying, right? I know its ok to cry, especially at the departure zones of places like airports, but being a ‘big boy’, I felt a lill` embarrassed to let out my emotions. I walked right into the restroom and washed my face; tears got mixed with chlorine water and now even I cant find the difference 😛 Man, I just hate departures !! I missed being with my brother; perhaps the last time we were together for this long was during our childhood Sometimes I wonder, why the hell did we grow up! But this time, it wasn’t just him; I also missed my sister in law and the lill one.
After reaching Chennai and spending a day here, I didn’t feel like doing anything; no, not the usual NRI excuse for being lazy —- Jet Lag. I was in some kind of a trance. Everything was like one long beautiful dream to me. I kept viewing the pics from the entire trip every now and then. The following day, I went to office to resume work and at work, resumed blogging 😉
Phew !!! Finally !!! I cant believe I wrote those last two words !!! 😀 😀
I returned from Europe last year in May and I wanted to finish these almost-an-year-long-boring-write ups by this year May; somehow couldn’t. I realized that with each part of this series, the number of comments were declining and that’s when I decided to put a full stop to this so called travelogue soon 😀 😀
My life was going through rough patches when my brother invited me (read trouble) to Europe to be with him for a while. I really needed that break and it was like pressing F5 in my life. People had commented in some of the previous parts asking me how I remembered each and every detail even after one year back from the trip. But is there anyone here who doesn’t remember their happiest moments of life? Personally, I am glad I wrote it. Who knows, when responsibilities increase and when I forget the meaning of happiness in the years to come, these parts and the comments in it would be of great help for me to get in touch with my past and smile.
Ok, now that its over, you all go burst crackers, open your champagne bottle, celebrate your happiness and let me get back to reading all these parts one more time to rekindle the best trip of my life so far.
Once upon a time in Europe —