Mel and I woke up at 5am on Sunday morning to head 3 hours down to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. Our excitement far overshadowed the fact that the stars were still out and we only slept for a few hours. We chatted, sang and occasionally squealed (ok, fine- that was just me) the entire way down to Orlando.
The park was everything I'd hoped it would be. Both Mel and Matthew had voiced their concern that I might have had absurdly high expectations and were worried that I might be disappointed, but I was not. I mean. A theme park devoted to Harry Potter.. where's bad? How could I possibly be disappointed? I build up everything in my mind and am rarely ever disappointed. I don't allow it.
Once we made it into the park we hopped on a big green roller coaster to kick the day off and then found our way to Harry Potter. I still can't believe how detailed the park was. It felt like nothing was left out.. every corner of the place had some reference to the books and movies.
We had fish and chips in the Three Broomsticks along with a large glass of butterbeer (which was phenomenal, by the way.) We walked through Hogsmeade and shopped in little stores like Zonkos and Honeydukes. We road the dragon roller coaster and the half ride half virtual reality type thing in Hogwarts. I want to go back. Badly.
Mel was suuuuuch a good friend to make the trip with me. She really did it for me because she isn't the diehard Potter fan that I am. She did love it though, which is great. Plus, I went on not 1, but 2 roller coasters with her.. screaming before the cars even went over the first drop.. I'm so embarrassing.