Stepping inside the two-bedroom unit at Disney’s Old Key West Resort instantly cures my stair-induced depression. After the entryway, I step into a large open area. Windows are in abundance, allowing the sun to brighten the room with natural lighting. I survey the space and note that it showcases a great kitchen, a large living room and an eating area for meals.
The first area to hold my attention is the living room. There is a sofa that pulls out into a queen-sized sleeper as well as a matching loveseat. Both are upholstered in soft, hues arranged in a cozy plaid. A large television is cleverly tucked away beneath the kitchen’s island that directly faces the living room. Still having room for a coffee table, end table, extra chair and ottoman, I am stunned by the sheer size of this space.
My eyes move to the kitchen. Again, it is obvious that Disney did not skimp when creating these accommodations. Here I find a refrigerator, large sink, dishwasher, oven, stove and microwave. They are intelligently placed within beautiful cabinets and granite countertops. A colorful green and white tile arrangement pulls double duty on the wall as a protective backsplash as well as a cheerful element for this culinary spot.
Next is the dining area. The table sits near an alcove where more cabinets and a shelf are tucked away. This furniture coordinates with the cabinetry in the kitchen and is lit beautifully with recessed lights. The shelf supports a couple artifacts that I would have selected to decorate my own home.
Behind the table, I lay eyes on two glass French doors that open to a balcony. “AH,” I scream as I run to the doors. After wrestling a bit with the locks, I fling open the doors. Taking in a deep breath, a grand smile overtakes my face.
The balcony affords much space just like the rest of the unit. Here I find a sizeable table that is surrounded by four patio armchairs, yet there is still ample room for my children to play. I overlook a pond that is complete with spouting fountain and have a pleasant view of the other Old Key West buildings that encompass our shared water view.
I step back inside our villa. The aesthetics are perfect. The décor is so tasteful and soothing. The casual aura of it instantly makes me feel as if I am in my very own residence rather than a borrowed unit. I know I could live here permanently if given the opportunity.
“I just love it,” I gush to DH who is beaming as he watches me glide across the room in princess fashion. I ramble, “Can you believe we are actually here? We did it. I don’t know that I ever thought I’d get to stay in a Disney Vacation Club resort, but here I am. Thank you! Thank you so much for helping me get here for our anniversary.” I run over to DH, throw myself into his arms and shower him with kisses. Chuckling, he says, “Well, you haven’t even seen the bedrooms or bathrooms yet.” “BLUE FAIRIES,” I exclaim, “You are right!”
The big, open room was so large, I completely forgot that there was more to the unit; however, I realize there is a lot more to the unit when I see the second bedroom of the villa. It is an enormous size, holding two queen-sized beds, an armoire with television, small table, two chairs and closet. This ample space also claims its own personal bathroom with tub, sink, and toilet.
Cheerful and bright pastels are the color scheme for this area. When Grammy and Buddy arrive, I am certain the size of the room will overwhelm them. It will be just the two of them in this space made for four. Hopefully, the ample room will allow for me to be in the villa with Grammy but not feel like she is breathing down my neck.
Discreetly located on the opposite side of the entryway, I find a room dedicated to laundry. There is a full-sized washer and dryer here, and an ironing board and iron hang on the back wall. Being a significant room as opposed to a large closet, it is more than I expected. It is definite that I will have to do our family’s laundry before returning home, so I am relieved to know that it will not consume the rest of our accommodations and can be confined to this location.
There are two exits in the laundry room. The one I walked through came from the entryway. Looking through the other with great curiousity, I see that it is an entrance to the master bath. I gasp. It, too, is gigantic, exceeding the size of any bathroom in my personal home. Actually composed of two separate rooms, the one I find myself in has a shower, sink and a large counter space. The other area is where the whirlpool tub, sink and vanity are located.
I move into the whirpool’s vicinity. The atmosphere of this bathing location is incredible. A corner cabinet and hutch provide the homey factor that is consistent throughout. The walls are covered in paneling that resembles the sun-washed siding of many Key West homes. But the final touch is an open cut-out in the wall that is behind the tub. It has functional shutters that will enclose the bathroom for privacy or open it up to the master bedroom for television viewing in the adjacent room.
I giggle a little as I approach the space that I will claim as my own this week—the master bedroom. The master bedroom is engulfed in muted pastel colors and is a romantic paradise. The bed is so wide that I wonder if I will be able to find my way out of it once I finally tuck myself in its covers. Not surprisingly, there is a storage bench, armoire with television, stuffed armchair and end table. The thing that does take me by surprise is a glass door on the far side of my sleeping quarters. What is this?
Fumbling anxiously with the lock, I release the barrier and step onto the same balcony that connects with the eating room. I whisper to myself in awe, “A direct entrance to the balcony from the master bedroom.” This will give me access to the balcony without disturbing my kiddos who will be slumbering on the pull-out sofa. I swoon in my state of rapture.
I retreat back to the master bedroom. I notice a door that allows entry from elsewhere as opposed to from the bathroom. I deduct that a hallway leads from here to the living area and completes a layout loop of sorts. I have walked through so many doors at this point, though, that I am not completely certain I am right.
It all is so dreamy. I collapse upon the bed in my temporary home—partially from exhaustion and partially from being overwhelmed by my surroundings. Sighing, I know that nothing will be able to disturb the perfection of this trip. It is so magnanimous that any unexpected difficulty will seem trivial.
Just then, there is a knock on the front door. Grammy and Buddy have arrived. It is time to introduce the remaining two of our party to our villa that comfortably houses eight.
Walking to the doorway, I acknowledge that challenging circumstances often accompany Grammy. I am so captivated by the beauty of our accommodations, though, that I’m sure even she will not be able to shatter the illusion of my utopia. But when I swing open the front door, I realize that nothing could prepare me for my discovery.
“HELLO,” Grammy sings and smiles from ear to ear. She pushes her way into the peaceful villa, dragging luggage. My mouth is agape, for her entourage is composed of more than just Buddy. It also includes Auntie, Uncle and my toddling twin niece and nephew.