Disneyland

It's true what they say about Disneyland. It's the happiest place on Earth. Of all the places I've been, Disneyland has to be up there with one of my favourites. I had always dreamed of going as a child, but never imagined I would ever get the chance. You can imagine my face when Jacob told me we were going when we visited Japan last year, and then my reaction again when we booked to go to Euro Disney. There's so much ground to cover (and I wasn't prepared to miss a single detail), so we spent a good 12+ hours in the park on both occasions. After working solidly for nearly two months straight and bearing the wrath of non-existant weekends, it was the most liberating feeling to let my inner child out and, dare I say it, get the full Disney experience. As sickening as some people find it, I adore Disney, and grew up watching wide-eyed as every fairytale unfolded. It was an incredible day which involved consuming unnecessary amounts of sugar,  riding Space Mountain as many times as my stomach would allow and me running around and grinning madly like the Cheshire Cat. At the end of the day, we were more than exhausted, and the evening was appropriately spent watching a palate of pastels frame the castle with some of the prettiest cotton-candy skies I had ever seen.