The only magical thing about this hotel is that we all survived it.
Disney is busy pouring money into renovating Disney Village, yet somehow air conditioning in the hotels didn’t make the cut. Apparently the Imagineers imagined guests sweating through the night as part of the immersive experience.
To make matters worse, Disney thoughtfully removed the pull cord from the in-room fan so guests can enjoy exactly one setting: “gentle disappointment.” The single window opens about four inches, only to let heat in.
Yes, I know Europe isn’t as air-conditioning obsessed as Americans. We came prepared with portable fans and realistic expectations. What we didn’t expect was to feel like we were spending the night inside a toaster oven sponsored by Mickey Mouse.
The real pixie dust came when my husband and daughter returned to the room midday and found our hotel room door standing wide open while housekeeping was inside. My husband immediately noticed money missing from his wallet. When he reported it to the front desk, their response was essentially, “Sounds like a police problem.” Excuse me? We’re international travelers leaving the next day. How about investigating your own staff before sending guests on a scavenger hunt through the French legal system.
The happiest place on Earth? Not this hotel. This one felt more like Disney’s Tower of Terror: Sweaty Wallet Edition.
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