This time we were off to California Park for the day which is essentially the same place but just across the courtyard area.
This turned out to be a lot less glitzy than Disneyland and very much “rides” oriented.
Of course, Dylan couldn’t have been happier, so once again I let my inner child surface and agreed to go on all the rides with him.
Some of these were the scariest rides I have ever been on. Yet, within a few moments of shitting my pants on what must have been the worlds fastest roller coaster, I was so pumped that I agreed to go on them again. Stupid comment I see now, but I did.
This park was very much themed with whole sections decked out with the appropriate rides and famous landmarks, and we did our best to visit them all.
Our weary bodies were getting thankful for the early finish, however our tickets allowed us to head back into Disneyland, which we did to revisit the spectacular night lights and fireworks show.
We eventually stumbled out around 9:45 and headed off home.... looking forward to some well earned rest and sleep.
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