Maysilee never had the happiest recollection from her youth, but from falling hopelessly in love with a Danish boy to gathering the pieces of her crushed heart and moving on with the son this love left her, everything was still painfully clear in he...
I roll down my window from the backseat to watch the dark blue shade sprawl across the endless night sky with more clarity. A gentle warm breeze gives me goosebumps as the car speeds up. I try to focus my eyes to look for stars, some bright and visible, some tiny enough they could hardly be noticed. The many open fields and cloudless sky allowed us this view.
I look inside the darkness of the car to see Dallas asleep, head resting on my arm. The flight wasn't easy on us - 14 hours from Berlin to here. At least our secret sender was kind enough to select a flight with only one scale, but still, ten hours of straight flying, even in first class, is excruciating. Dallas slept through some of the flight, I couldn't.
Baggage pickup, extensive immigration procedures, dragging ourselves through that gigantic airport was all worth it to meet this warm Floridian night.
The drive takes long before we reach the hotel, but I couldn't be bothered. It felt pleasant to allow my mind to wander up and about this suave darkness.
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When we walk into the Grand Floridian Resort it's a shock from silent darkness outside. It's bright and golden in its light, the creamy-white walls setting the stage for this grand ambiance. Tall ceiling displayed two disproportionately big chandeliers and a line of abodes to expose the skies. I get a dreadfully good chill in my gut by this heavenly vision, it's something refined yet simple with its Victorian-style decoration.
We reach the reception, and it's the same old process of checking in - but with the convenience of being one of Disney's hotels, which also mistakenly led me to expect this hotel to be way more childish and crushingly Disney themed than this beauty of architecture.
The attendant gives a big smile. "All ready and set, Mrs. Thomsen. Your Magic bands are already activated, you'll use them to open your room's door and also at the parks."
I poke the rubbery red band on my wrist. "Is this the kind I can make payments with too? Or..."
"Yes, in the installments of the resort and the parks."
"Okay-"
"And yours already have a deposit of 200 dollars, and... Dallas' as well."
"200?" She nods. "Okay... uhm I have a question."
"Sure."
"I got this trip as a gift, but I don't know from whom. So I was wondering if you would have any information of who booked this or..."
She gives her computer a few clicks. "Well, who bought the stay is irrelevant to the system if it's booked under your name."
"So there is no way?"
"I have the credit card info, but for me to be able to tell you, I would require the security code."
I drum my fingers on the counter, biting my lips. I shrug. "Okay, thanks anyway."
