So I broke down and booked our weekend at Paris Disney tonight.
Turns out the woman at Carrefour saved us from buying annual passes with a boatload of restrictions… like most of the French school holidays are blacked-out. So then Bill started considering spending a lot more money to get the mac-daddy no-restrictions passes. And we haven’t even been there yet.
I convinced him that the money would be better spent upgrading in one of the Disney hotels. I don’t know if he was totally convinced, but he said it sounded good. So I booked it before he can change his mind. Hey, if we love it, we can always go back. And it will still be cheaper than that pass. How many times are we really going to take the three hour train ride to see Mickey Mouse? There is a heck of a lot more stuff here I’d rather spend my time and money on!
You know about the hidden mickies in Disneyworld Florida, of course. You must not find it a challenge to compare the Florida hiddens with the Parisian hiddens. See how your values change when you leave the mothership?