Hyperdrive Hearts and the Gravity of Wonder
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Something cosmic was definitely in the air that morning — you could feel it before we even made it to Batuu. Maybe it was the adrenaline of rope drop, maybe it was the Florida heat doing its usual chaotic dance, or maybe it was the little lizard we spotted right as we entered the park.

Either way, the day had begun, and we were in hyperspace mode.
We beelined to Rise of the Resistance, because there was no better way to kick off our intergalactic journey than with a storytelling masterpiece. My dad had never seen Galaxy’s Edge — the last time he visited Hollywood Studios, "Star Wars Land" was just a Reddit rumor. But now? Now he stood face-to-face with the First Order, eyes wide like a seven-year-old waking up on Christmas morning.

He stepped into that star destroyer hangar like Luke stepping onto the Death Star.

There’s something poetic about watching someone return to their childhood fandom like that, decades later, fully immersed in something once-in-a-lifetime.
Even if the cannons were still down for maintenance (RIP piston action), every set piece hit hard.
Smugglers Run followed. We ended up as Engineers — which, if you know, you know — meaning we spent half the ride frantically pushing buttons in the back while our pilots tried their best to fly a straight line. Let’s just say, Hondo was not impressed. But hey, it was still the freaking Millennium Falcon.

We needed a sugar boost after that (and an ego boost), so we grabbed the essentials: blue milk and those little quirky grenades that pass for Coca-Cola bottles in Batuu.



Now we were refueled and ready for some bounty hunting.

Our trip through Batuu wouldn’t be complete without some encounters with the locals.



Oga’s Cantina called to us like the Mos Eisley version of Cheers. We said yes to every souvenir mug they offered. Were lockers rented? Obviously.

Then it was time to leave the galaxy and return, somewhat reluctantly, to Earth.
Over at Runaway Railway, my train-obsessed dad was hooked from the entrance sign alone.




By the afternoon, our sun-to-fun ratio was dangerously lopsided. Thankfully, nothing pairs with dehydration better than burgers and B-movies at the Sci-Fi Dine-In. Sitting in the back of a convertible under “stars” while schlocky 50s horror trailers play is my kind of weird paradise.
We then took the ultimate plunge at Tower of Terror.

Star Tours gave us one more hyperspace hop, and a Muppet*Vision 3D run gave us one last laugh (and a few heartfelt sniffles).
But the finale — oh, the finale.
Fantasmic.
Our MagicBands+ pulsed like personal soundtracks as the Sorcerer’s Apprentice conjured water, fire, and light from the depths of that amphitheater. When the dragon breathed actual fire across the lake, my dad looked over, literally mouthing, “Wow.”
It may have taken decades, planets, and park maps to get here, but it was worth every leap in hyperspace.
And after all of that, one last miracle: we scanned into Slinky Dog Dash *after* our Lightning Lane window and got the green light.
Magic? Maybe. Luck? Possibly. Disney pixie dust combined with exhausted optimism? Most definitely.
It was the perfect nightcap.
One full day, two tired humans, countless childhood memories reawakened — and souvenirs packed into every available pocket.
Ready for round two.