I can cry at Disney, on a cruise, on a land vacation. It was my heart's dream to travel as a child, and I seldom got that chance. My parents drove cross country to go to
Disneyland with my two older sisters when I was 6, and they left me and my 4 year old sis at an aunt's. (Can't imagine why they didn't want us rugrats with!)
Then we had a big family vacation to Florida when I was 10... and Disneyworld opened a month later. Fast forward to when I'm grown. The first vacation I planned for my kids was WDW. (As a single mom, I took them on alternating trips.) Seeing a place I had wanted to go to over 30 years prior, made me cry from joy many times.
I was on a trip to New Orleans once (we took the City of New Orleans train in a sleeper car to get there!) and as I was sitting in Pat O'Brien's drinking a hurricane, dressed in a pretty dress that I had made myself out of vintage fabric gifted me by my BF's mother, and I burst out crying. I realized I was completely and utterly happy.
Since then I've made it my life's ambition to travel anywhere and everywhere I could, and have been to over 2 dozen countries and on dozens of cruises and land vacations, and yes, Disney too. I've bawled sitting in a courtyard in Venice, drinking a cappuccino; looking over the rail at the beautiful sea on a cruise; while touring a monastery in Spain; watching the Eiffel Tower sparkle; walking the city walls of Croatia; while cave tubing in Belize and at the Bronte Parsonage in Yorkshire. And while meeting Mickey!
I realize how lucky I am to be there, to be living my life's dream, to have experiences and see sights that many can only wish for. I'm in the moment, and that makes me cry hot tears of joy.