Do Disneyland Like a Pro

Do Disneyland Like a Pro

As season pass holders, my family has figured out what we believe are the best tricks to an enjoyable day at Disneyland. Growing up, my memories of Disneyland trips consist of carrying around frozen water bottles while being bused to the park. Not the most efficient route, but we made it there. We would stay at the park until closing, leaving us so exhausted that it would likely be a year before we’d return. I was introduced to a different way of doing Disneyland when I met my fiancee. We spent many Saturday nights having a date night in the park, scouting out cute places to take pictures, and having mojitos at California Adventure.

Do Disneyland Like a Pro
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