Now, as you may or may not know, I'm not a "Disney person". Don't get me wrong, I enjoy some of the movies and I'm always game for a park with roller coasters. But I find the fact that employees are called "cast members" and that the little bastards are everywhere a bit unsettling. I get that they're creating an experience and it's part of the brand, I'm just not a into the stage 5 clinger types.
They greet you everywhere you go by saying "Welcome Home". I suppose since it's a time share, membership resort...it's kinda the member's home. They do pay for the privelage of the club and it's benefits.
Everyone takes their job very seriously and appear to have a seamless system. Nothing is ever dirty and there is always a person within ten feet to ask questions. We made jokes all day that we'd stumbled into the Truman Show!
The Disney Beach House is less than 2 miles from the Resort proper...and they serve booze there! It's past mid-November and I'm poolside (it's a heated pool) with a daquarri, travel magazine and the ocean steps away. Winning!
Living back on the coast has made me remember why I hold onto the summer for so long! Rum of the gods (as Dan says), salty breezes and the laughter of your close friends.
Magical. Thanks, Walt.
Kim, Dan & I with our 1st visit pins!
Kim and I with sippy cups, it's a family establishment!
He's one of those stage 5 clingers mentioned earlier!
I love when it's difficult to tell when the sky ends and the ocean begins!
All those little personal touches...
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