There are throngs of people around me. And I don't care. Why, you ask?

Because they are decked out in full Hogwarts uniform, carrying wands and, despite the heat, wearing Gryffindor ties.

I am home.

Universal has managed to build a complete replica of Hogwarts and Hogsmede, and I spend the day wandering around this part of Island of Adventure, spending my money on silly things like a chocolate cauldron that tastes like carpet (still magical) and a 30$ wand that I have to pretend is something much more than a stick (also, still magical). I drag myself out of this section of the park for lunch, eating at Mythos, which promises to be "The Number 1 Theme Park Restaraunt". And it is. I get a steak, and it refules me as I make a beeline back to Harry Potter Land, and spend the countless hours until dinner documenting every inch with a beaten up camera and my phone. I eat dinner at...get this...The Three Broomsticks. And the food is terrible. And I could care less. The busboys are too dressed like wizards. Finally, I drag myself out of this magical land and head back to the hotel. Feeling exhausted, but fufilled.

I lay in bed thinking about the lights and buzzing hum of every light and animated character and how, barely 100 years ago, Florida didn't even have electricity. And it's been less than a hundred years since the airport got put in! This place used to be so...insignificant. When Disney was constructed, the president was Richard Nixon. Yes, the one with the scandal. That one. If you didn't know, he was the only president to ever resign from the office. Why? This guy was the big person behing "Watergate" which is a combination of things. Most prominently, him and his associates broke into and bugged the democratic headquarters. So, breaking and entering. But back to the light, happy stuff. The parks have really helped the Floridian economy, even when they were just starting to open. These parks are magical in more ways than one.