…in a galaxy known as Florida….Orlando to be exact. Okay, okay. This has nothing to do with Star Wars. (But I do love me some Star Wars! #hanandleiaforever #anxtyani #mygirlamidala #notjarjar #whoisrey) Anywho, I digress. What I wanted to tell you was that I finally got to go to Orlando about a month ago and as much as I adore Disney (they literally are king, right?) I LOVED The Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal Studios/Islands of Adventure. Oh my heck, I’m the biggest HP nerd alive (you may have been able to figure this out already…) and it was just absolutely magical strolling down the street in Diagon Alley (yes I bought an Olivander’s original…holly 11 3/4, totally interactive) and meandering through Hogsmeade with a butterbeer in my hand. The little details and the ambiance are just to die for. So magical. I wish I could go to Hogwarts. I especially wish I could meet Newt…swoon. (They are SERIOUSLY lacking in the Fantastic Beasts department at the park though. They really need to step up their game there.) The fire-blowing dragon above Gringotts was amazing, and the Escape from Gringotts ride was a blast. I loved riding the Hogwarts Express. Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey was so fun. I didn’t even mind waiting in the crazy line because the whole line wound through Hogwarts…have I mentioned I want to go to school there? My little sister rode Flight of the Hippogriff like 50 times (most of them by herself while my dad watched – he can’t do rides – and the rest of us went on the wild stuff), I liked it. Super fast and smooth, but WAY too short. I bought a few awesome souvenirs…namely my wand, but also a quill and ink, and an adorable pigmypuff. I really wanted a cloak and the whole shebang, but who has that kind of moolah?!? Anyway, it was magical and perfect….until the end of our trip.
Oh boy guys, the end of our trip was crazy. We all started getting itchy. We had no clue what it could be. We stayed in a nice hotel and didn’t go to the beach (I wish we could have though), so we couldn’t figure it out. We went home, and a few days later, we were still totally itchy. I seriously thought my brother must have bought some itching powder from Zonko’s or Weesly’s Wizarding Weezes. But no, we had bed bugs. Yup. We’re not 100% sure where they hitched a ride home with us, but we’re pretty sure it was the hotel. Those little suckers (see what I did there?) are MISERABLE. Mom sanitized and washed and scrubbed everything like a bazillion times, but just to be safe, Dad insisted we call the exterminator. It took a few weeks for everything to settle down, but we’re all happy and healthy again. And I’m ready to go back for more.