We stayed the night across the street at the Stardust Motel because that’s always where Caroline and I wanted to stay. The car is safe over there during the day, and as we are staying there again tonight, we don’t have to move it in the afternoon. So the convenience and money saved just add to the ease of simply walking across the street and across the massive parking area to get in line early and enter Disneyland before the crowds arrive.

For Rinku, her brother Krupesh, and our friend Jay, this was their first time visiting the park.

Getting the rides that will be difficult to get on due to long lines out of the way first has us already on the Matterhorn Bobsleds.

Taking Rinku with us was like taking a seven-year to Disneyland for the first time. She just couldn’t help but show how much fun she was having.

I suppose the same goes for my wife, too. If Jay flies a plane like he does a rocket ship, we might be in trouble.

I’m not sure, but I think Jay is trying to figure out what went wrong back there on the rocket and why he couldn’t break out of going around in circles. The TSRK on Rinku’s shirt is a shout-out to her gang back in her village in India. Rinku was telling us how much Disneyland feels like those days when she and her friends would ride the ox-cart around the village when they were growing up.

Hey, Caroline, look, you have a carbuncle on your shoulder. Stinku doesn’t know what a carbuncle is; probably better that way.

When Rinku first met me, she thought that I looked like a “Galgota” or marigold; here we are, turning her into one.

Jay being a lot taller it was more difficult to get enough hands around his face to turn him into a Galgota.

We stayed until the main park was closed and then slowly meandered down Main Street, visiting the gift stores and grazing on sweets along the way. This was yet another great 16-hour visit to the Happiest Place on Earth.