I didn’t want to go on a Disney Cruise.
Didn’t want a sea-going theme park. Didn’t want to share a pool or hot tub or sundeck sunning space with a thousand screaming kids in mouse ears. Didn’t want to stand in buffet lines for food you normally eat before riding an amusement park ride. Didn’t want to watch “Aladdin” on the TV in my cabin, didn’t want to listen to “Jolly Holiday” piped into companionways between decks, didn’t want to see “Beauty and the Beast” on a cruise-ship stage with a lot of cranky toddlers.
It would be all beast, no beauty, for me on a Disney Cruise. I didn’t want it.
