As often as I’ve been to Disney World and Disneyland, it wasn’t until I was in my 30’s and had kids of my own that we actually started staying on property. In all fairness, when I was a kid we were annual passholders for Disneyland and lived like 15 minutes away, so it would have been silly to stay at the Disneyland Hotel. Although, when we used to ride the monorail over there to shop, I desperately wanted to.
When we visited Disney World in my late childhood, teens and even as a fairly young adult, I had a great aunt who lived in St. Augustine, about an hour and a half away, so we always stayed for free with her rather than shell out money for a hotel. Once my aunt and I drove to Florida for a girl’s trip and decided to stay in Kissimmee, but it was a super budget trip, so we stayed way down the end of the adventure strip at just about the cheapest motel we could find so that we could focus our funds on park tickets and souvenirs.
So far I’ve stayed in a few of the Value resorts and even a Moderate, but until my latest trip with my mom and sister, I’d only ever seen the Deluxe resorts as we passed by/through them on the monorail. My family was actually supposed to stay at the Polynesian Village Resort on our very first trip, but my mother-in-law, who was booking the trip for us had waited too long and all the standard rooms were sold out. We stayed at Port Orleans French Quarter and while we loved it, I was always so sad that I hadn’t gotten to stay at the Polynesian, since it was a dream from my childhood. Luckily, my mom is all about deluxe accommodations and since it was just going to be the three of us girls, when I mentioned my desire to stay at the Polynesian, she said, “book it!”
From the moment I walked in, I was in love! Like everything at Disney, the theming is spot on. If you want a tropical island getaway without actually having to leave the United States, this is the place. From the tiki torches, lush vegetation, and waterfall that greet you as you get off the Magical Express (or come from the parking lot), to the statue who welcomes you as you enter the lobby (see the picture at the top of the post), to the leis the cast members give you at check in (I picked a pink one, but my mom and sister wanted purple), everything screams tropical island. Ok, maybe not screams it. There is such a relaxed vibe, which is apparent from the moment you step off the bus, that it’s more like it sighs and says, “hey, welcome to vacation, you’re gonna like it here.”
The lobby is comfy and believe me, I tested pretty much every chair in it. My flight got in about 3.5 hours before my mom and sister’s did and since our room wasn’t ready yet, I had some time to chill in the lobby. Sure, I could have gone shopping at one of the two stores (one in the lobby and one on the second floor), relaxed by one of the two amazing pools, sunned myself on the chairs on the beach facing the lagoon, played games in the arcade or even hopped on the monorail to check out the other two hotels on the Magic Kingdom monorail circuit, but I also had three sets of essays to grade, so I hunkered down in the lobby and started grading. Luckily several of the lamps in the lobby have USB ports in them and I was able to charge my phone while I waited.
Ok, so I didn’t just sit and grade. That would be a dedication I don’t have on vacation, no matter how comfy the lobby is. I graded for about 30 minutes, then wandered around the hotel for 15-20 minutes, then hunkered down for another grading session. Before doing it all again. So yeah, before my mom and sister arrived I did check out the two stores. I was on a mission to find body wash that my cousin wanted from our last trip to Disney, so I figured I might as well look while I was there. Plus, I knew I’d have to bring some kind of souvenir home for my kids, so what better time to look? I loved the name of the store on the main floor: Boutiki!
It was also during one of these little breaks in grading that I discovered the monorail station on the second floor. And yeah, I did take a break and ride the full circle of it. I hadn’t ridden the resort monorail since I was in my teens and although I knew it stopped at the Polynesian, Grand Floridian Resort and Spa, the Magic Kingdom, the Transportation and Ticket Center, and the Contemporary, I didn’t know the order of things nor did I really remember what the other hotels looked like. Since we were going to be using the monorail to get to The International Food and Wine Festival at Epcot twice during our trip (it was the only park we visited), I figured I should figure out the monorail before my mom arrived so she wouldn’t have to worry about it. If you want to check out the ride, you can watch it on my YouTube channel here. The video starts and ends at the Polynesain with the 3-6 minute stops cut out. The entire ride is about 25 minutes.
After I got back from my ride and did one more round of grading, I decided to explore the grounds just a bit more. My mom and sister had texted that their plane had landed and after I guided them through the airport to the Magical Express (it is easy to find, but my mom is an anxious traveler and she was tired from having been up at 4 am), I set off again. This time I just wanted to explore the beauty of the hotel. Because it is simply a beautiful hotel.
Thanks to Florida’s warm climate, they are able to grow tropical flowers, which are all over the grounds. Everywhere I turned, things were lush and green, which was such a departure from my home in Indiana where we were in the final throes of fall and everything was turning that red it does just before it goes brown and dead.
Plus there were all sorts of fun, decorative surprises as I walked the paths around the hotel. Personally, I love all the cut wood signs that helped make me believe that I was in my own little corner of a Polynesisan island. I may not have actually visited Hawaii yet (it’s my goal for 2021), but just looking around me, I felt like I was there. Everything was straight out of the movies and books I’ve read about the islands. And, it was surprisingly quiet. I realize it was about 1:30 in the afternoon and a lot of people were off exploring the theme parks, but as I wandered the paths which run the rather expansive property, I encountered few people and heard no noises that reminded me of the hectic, citified life I’d left behind. I heard the soft beating of drums and island songs pumped in by the speaker systems threaded throughout the property, but that was about it.
Disney’s Polynesian Village Resort really does offer the tranquility of a peaceful island vacation. Unlike the constant bustle and hum of the Value resorts, from the moment I stepped off the Magical Express, I knew I was on vacation. I felt the tension fly from my shoulders and even grading didn’t seem so ominous or overwhelming. I might not get all those essays graded, but that was ok. I was in paradise.