Ice Castles. It was crowded. There were a lot of small, crying children. Mom and I spent a lot of time and energy mostly-unsuccessfully dissuading my girls from licking the ice and eating the snow that those same five million people had already walked through.
And despite the headaches, it really was breathtakingly beautiful. The whole experience was magical. Mom and I followed the girls down aisle after aisle of ice, looking up into blue skies through frosty icicles and remarking almost non-stop about how very unique and lovely the castles were.
But never you fear, we always returned eventually to the wonder.
Just do your mom's frayed nerves a favor and don't lick the ice.