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Cruising Part 3: The Actual Cruise

I've been hemming and hawing as to best describe the experience of an Alaskan Disney Cruise.  I've briefly shared my experiences with inquiring minds, but it was only brief in that it's hard to find the words to describe a five night spectacular vacation on a magical cruise ship filled to the brim with everything Disney, complete with the service one comes to expect from such a company.

From getting to the port and being high-fived by righteously enthusiastic crew members wearing Mickey gloves to the luxury of the boat itself to the fantastic food experiences that just kept getting better as the vacation wore on to the wildlife encounters that one simply cannot plan to the glory of Alaska...  My words are wind.

Our quarters were large in comparison to the coat closet I had on that other pseudo cruise.  It fit two tiny bathrooms, one with a full shower and one with the toilet.  Dave and I slept in an insanely comfortable queen bed while G bunked off the ceiling and my mother-in-law hunkered down on the twin bed (sofa by day).  The linens were clean and our hostess knew our names right away and did everything to make sure we came back to our room with it fully stocked, cleaned, and tidied up tight.

This is one of the only pictures I have of the actual room.  To the right is the rest of the room with the queen bed and bathrooms.  To the left is our balcony.
 Here is Dave sitting out on our incredible verandah.  And yes, Disney spells it that way.  All of us could fit out there with minimal discomfort (one of us had to sit on a tiny poof, but it was still cozy).

 A mango mojito was just an example of all the drinks available.  Watered down?  A tad.  But tasty.

 Another shot of the verandah, this time with G enjoying the views.  I think I'm just going to stop explaining and just let these pictures speak for themselves.  I tried not to duplicate what was already posted online.  Enjoy!
























The world is a beautiful place and I can't wait to explore more of it with my family by my side.  I'm incredibly grateful for this experience and hope that each and every one of you can have something like this in your life.

You deserve it.

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