 Let's be honest. There are two types of people in this world: the ones who go to Disney for the rides... and the ones who go to Epcot to eat snacks from 11 different countries without shame. I, proudly, am the latter. Epcot 2025? ICONIC. Where else can you start your day in Canada, have lunch in Japan, dessert in France, and be home in time for fireworks that make you cry like you're in a Hallmark movie? Epcot is essentially the International Food and Wine Festival I never knew I needed.
First of all, walking around the World Showcase feels like you've unlocked a cheat code for international travel. No passports. No airport security. No one is asking why you packed seven pairs of shoes for a weekend. Just vibes. There was live music, street performers, and cast members from each country who somehow made me feel like I was actually abroad. Then came the grand finale: the fireworks. Listen. If you've never ended your day in Disney, standing by the lagoon, holding the hand of someone you love, and watching the sky explode in color and magic… You haven't lived. Epcot's "Luminous: The Symphony of Us" lit up the night with music, lights, lasers, and enough feels to make even the grumpiest dad tear up a little. When it was over? I waddled my way out of the park, full of joy, memories, and possibly an alarming amount of pretzel. Epcot, you beautiful, futuristic world-traveling dreamboat, you did not disappoint. You gave me laughter, flavor, and a little bit of sore feet. Worth it? Absolutely. Would I do it again? Tomorrow. In a heartbeat. If you're planning your own visit, I have one piece of advice: wear comfy shoes, pace your snacks, and never skip the fireworks.
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AuthorAbout Rev. Dr. Erin Marie Burns (But please, just call me Erin!) I’m a pastor, writer, and professional "showing-upper" when life gets messy. Around here, we talk about grief, faith, hope, and how to care for people when words just aren’t enough—because let’s face it, sometimes life hands us more questions than answers (and that's okay). I believe in the holy power of just being there, that coffee should basically count as a spiritual practice, and that God shows up in the small, quiet moments—like a kind text, a shared silence, or a garden full of stubbornly beautiful dahlias. When I’m not writing or walking alongside folks in hard seasons, you’ll probably find me: Attempting to tame my garden (the weeds usually win). Practicing archery like I’m training for a medieval adventure. Chasing family time, deep conversations, and maybe a slice of pie. If you’re looking for real talk, a little humor, and gentle reminders that you don’t have to fix everything—you’ve found your spot. Pull up a chair, grab a mug of something warm, and stick around. We’re in this together. P.S. Come back next week—grief, faith, and hope aren’t one-time conversations! Archives
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