Disneyland. Pure magic. The smell of cinnamon and sugar around every corner, the musky feeling of water in the air, twinkling lights at night, music that takes you back to your childhood, cold brisk nights and people smiling. That's what I see, smell, hear.
It's pure magic.
California Adventure, the little sibling of Disneyland smells of fresh orange groves, burnt sugar, sounds of Coney Island (what I'd imagine it would sound like, like the scene from Beaches), tortillas, sprays of water, vineyards and carefree attitude.
It's a place where you can let your hair down and pretend you are a Californian. Oh wait, I am. See, it even has me dreaming.
Seeing this through the eyes of someone so young, that's what makes it magical. It never gets old.