Theme parks -the good ones- are very precious ideas to grasp. There's that fine line between enjoying where you are, and believing where you are. I don't even mean the people who take it too far - I mean sitting in Hogs Head and dwelling on the fact that Ron and Hermione will never walk through that door because they don't go to school in that fake castle across the lake and you've actually just paid a hefty sum to allow a group of individuals to guide you along in your delusion that fiction and reality are interchangeable. And the problem is, those people are really good at it. You're not the first naive dreamer to walk through these hallowed 'streets' and you certainly won't be the last. But we're not in Neverland with Peter Pan, obviously, because Wendy and Michael didn't have to use lap bars and I don't think I ever saw them with a digital camera.
Or whatever. I'm trying to tan but I think I'm dehydrated and I've been stuck between enough Brazilian tour groups to last me a lifetime.