When you are taking kids to Disney, you have two choices. Squeeze everyone into one hotel room and hope for the best or choose a villa and stop pretending you enjoy stepping over shoes and snack wrappers every five seconds.
We went with the villa.
The idea of all of us sharing one room and trying to “whisper so nobody wakes up” sounded like a punishment. At least in a villa if someone wakes up early they can sneak into another room and bother a different adult.
We have space. Actual space. Rooms with doors. A living room where we can collapse dramatically after a Disney day. A kitchen for emergency cereal at midnight. Bathrooms that are not a full family sharing experience.
And the pool. The private pool. The kids screamed when they found out. We could have skipped the parks and they would have still called it the best holiday ever. They have already planned swimming before breakfast, after dinner and possibly during dinner.
A villa also gives us control over snacks which is essential when travelling with children who act like food disappears forever if they cannot see it. We can refill drinks, grab fruit, find the crisps they claimed they did not want at 2pm but desperately need at 2.05pm.
We love Disney. We love the magic. But we also love having a place to hide from each other for ten minutes when someone is tired and sticky. The villa is our safe zone. Our quiet zone. Our “nobody talk to me until I have sat down” zone.
Basically, the villa means more comfort, more space and less whisper arguing in a dark room while pretending everything is fine. Best decision ever.
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