For me, the magic of being at Disney is just that -- being at Disney. There's no specific ride or show or park or hotel or restaurant. As soon as my plane touches down in Orlando, I'm in my happy place and it doesn't matter what I do or where I go. I'll sometimes bring a good novel into the park with me and spend a couple of hours reading and people-watching. Last year, I brought along a little bag of cosmetics and gave myself a manicure while sitting on a curb on Main Street. I've been there so many times that I've done all the rides and seen all the shows, and I don't need to do that anymore. Sure, I usually do anyway because I love it all, but I don't need to go on Haunted Mansion four times in one afternoon.
I spend a lot of my time at Disney doing the same normal, fun things I do at home. Reading, writing in my journal, talking to friends via text, eating at restaurants, playing my GameBoy. Only I'm doing it at Disney, so I'm effervescently happy the whole time! I swear there is absolutely nothing specific about Disney itself that I can point at and say "doing this is what I find pleasurable" -- I've just conditioned myself after so many trips there. Like Pavlov's dog. Disney = automatic happy!
Jenni