Dreamfinder2
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We just got back from a six-day stay at BWV... our first trip home to this particular property. We were a group of 10, so we qualified as a Grand Gathering. If you're looking for a critical screed against BW, you may move on to the next thread, 'cause babe, you ain't gettin' it here. One thing, perhaps, but even outside the realm of what Disney can do ... it was H-O-T. The heat index was 100+ our last two days there, and there was a couple of times I thought I'd spontaneously combust. Maybe as a DVC member perk, we can have the parks hermetically sealed in geodesic domes. Otherwise -
We had an absolute blast. While I could go on and on about the park and dining experiences (for instance, we did the International Dinner and Dessert Buffet with Illuminations - just splendid), I'll reign those in. I might just say that four of our party had either never been to WDW or had been many years ago. To see the expressions on their faces ... they just beamed with excitement. And, as an amazing plus, the six teenage girls got along, didn't whine, and conducted themselves like the young ladies they were raised to be.
But our villas - we had 2033 (a 2BR lockoff) and 2037 (a studio). We put the four oldest teenage girls in 2037; the other couple took the studio/2nd bedroom side of 2033; the two younger teenage girls took the sofa sleeper in the living room; and DW and I took the master (hey, it was our points!)
We were on the lobby level; our room was directly above the boardwalk character shop. It was impeccable, no grunge or grime in sight, and I looked ... nary a speck. BUT - and I shudder to share this --
THERE WAS A LIGHT BULB OUT IN THE MASTER BEDROOM! In the floor lamp beside the reading chair! Yes, it's true! It's the apocalypse! A sign of impending doom and the end of DVC as we know it. Oh, the humanity!
Oddly enough, a phone call took care of it within five minutes. Planes didn't drop from the sky. The polar ice caps didn't melt. Disney management didn't strap the wayward maintenance people to the pillory.
No, folks, BW turned out to be a bright, fresh-scrubbed morning world ... to watch the sun rise over Epcot, to see those solitary joggers pass by beneath our balcony, to watch other guests laden with muffins and danish coming from the bakery, to hear those squeals of delight from the little kids with their parents in tow, headed for the buses or boats... it just doesn't get any better. For us, it was a little bit of heaven. And yes, we were greeted with "welcome homes," and the front desk CM's were oh-so gracious.
There's no way we could've treated our friends to this experience without DVC. While our family has been to Disney scores of times - I think we're in the triple digits - to be able to share this made it fresh for us all over again. I can still see one of the girls, who at 15 was having her first Disney experience, and her eyes sparkled as she took it all in. She was just radiant. When we were in the Magic Kingdom, I pointed out the "Partners" statue of Walt and Mickey. I told her what a little boy had said, when his mother asked him if he knew who that was. "That's Mickey Mouse and his daddy," he had said, and upon hearing that, tears welled up in her eyes. She "got it."
I believe. I believe in pixie dust, and in one man's dream, and the joy of being with friends and family. I will grant you that I am guilty of looking for the best in all things, and if that is a shortcoming, then I am content with it, and all the more joyous because of it.
I am pleased to be able to tell you that the magic still exists. It enshrouds you like a vapor. On your next visit, take a moment to relish this very special gift, and try not to smile. I dare ya!
We had an absolute blast. While I could go on and on about the park and dining experiences (for instance, we did the International Dinner and Dessert Buffet with Illuminations - just splendid), I'll reign those in. I might just say that four of our party had either never been to WDW or had been many years ago. To see the expressions on their faces ... they just beamed with excitement. And, as an amazing plus, the six teenage girls got along, didn't whine, and conducted themselves like the young ladies they were raised to be.
But our villas - we had 2033 (a 2BR lockoff) and 2037 (a studio). We put the four oldest teenage girls in 2037; the other couple took the studio/2nd bedroom side of 2033; the two younger teenage girls took the sofa sleeper in the living room; and DW and I took the master (hey, it was our points!)
We were on the lobby level; our room was directly above the boardwalk character shop. It was impeccable, no grunge or grime in sight, and I looked ... nary a speck. BUT - and I shudder to share this --
THERE WAS A LIGHT BULB OUT IN THE MASTER BEDROOM! In the floor lamp beside the reading chair! Yes, it's true! It's the apocalypse! A sign of impending doom and the end of DVC as we know it. Oh, the humanity!
Oddly enough, a phone call took care of it within five minutes. Planes didn't drop from the sky. The polar ice caps didn't melt. Disney management didn't strap the wayward maintenance people to the pillory.
No, folks, BW turned out to be a bright, fresh-scrubbed morning world ... to watch the sun rise over Epcot, to see those solitary joggers pass by beneath our balcony, to watch other guests laden with muffins and danish coming from the bakery, to hear those squeals of delight from the little kids with their parents in tow, headed for the buses or boats... it just doesn't get any better. For us, it was a little bit of heaven. And yes, we were greeted with "welcome homes," and the front desk CM's were oh-so gracious.
There's no way we could've treated our friends to this experience without DVC. While our family has been to Disney scores of times - I think we're in the triple digits - to be able to share this made it fresh for us all over again. I can still see one of the girls, who at 15 was having her first Disney experience, and her eyes sparkled as she took it all in. She was just radiant. When we were in the Magic Kingdom, I pointed out the "Partners" statue of Walt and Mickey. I told her what a little boy had said, when his mother asked him if he knew who that was. "That's Mickey Mouse and his daddy," he had said, and upon hearing that, tears welled up in her eyes. She "got it."
I believe. I believe in pixie dust, and in one man's dream, and the joy of being with friends and family. I will grant you that I am guilty of looking for the best in all things, and if that is a shortcoming, then I am content with it, and all the more joyous because of it.
I am pleased to be able to tell you that the magic still exists. It enshrouds you like a vapor. On your next visit, take a moment to relish this very special gift, and try not to smile. I dare ya!