A while back, the Mild Wife and I were trying to figure out where to go for our honeymoon. We knew we wanted to have a leisurely trip, so we looked for places where we could lounge and take our days slowly. As it turned out, the actual process for booking our travel would end up causing a few laughs.
Leisurely days immediately brought to mind the beach. This was probably doubly true because we had recently traveled to Miami at the time, and we had both enjoyed our time there. Well, maybe the Mild Wife enjoyed it more than I did, because she got to see more of the city and enjoy more of the beach than I did. Either way, though, the idea of being able to walk out to the beach seemed very appealing to us. So, that was what we targeted. A return trip to somewhere in the Caribbean seemed pretty ideal.
Now, we just so happened to get married in late summer/early autumn. That happens to be hurricane season in that part of the world, so in an attempt to plan ahead, we chose to delay our honeymoon. We're all for being adventurous, but neither of us felt like tempting Mother Nature. She don't play.
As it turned out, it was a good call. There were several hurricanes that rolled through in those months, so we metaphorically patted ourselves on the back for good planning. We sure dodged that bullet.
However, it wasn't just a regular bullet; it was more like a bazooka. It was just our luck that the mother of all hurricanes came through the Caribbean in 2017. Some of the places we wanted to visit still don't have power at this point, and reports seem to indicate that it'll be a while before the infrastructure returns. Even if we're willing to deal with the spotty power, the roads are trashed. It just didn't give us that sense of a leisurely vacation.
So, we chose to relocate our honeymoon to Montreal, in January. In case that statement doesn't immediately mean anything to you, let me paint a picture. It is winter in January, in a part of the world where winter actually means something. Snow and ice are a part of the weather. We were looking at weather reports for the time of our trip, and the words "freezing rain" appeared. Basically, we went to the exact opposite climate.
Why, you ask? Well, the Mild Wife spent some time in the (U.S.) Northeast, and she's always appreciated what I refer to as "bundle up and get cozy" weather. Picture a cup of hot chocolate and warm scarves. It's a different type of honeymoon, for sure, but we're looking forward to it. It's just a fun story of how we landed on that destination.
Leisurely days immediately brought to mind the beach. This was probably doubly true because we had recently traveled to Miami at the time, and we had both enjoyed our time there. Well, maybe the Mild Wife enjoyed it more than I did, because she got to see more of the city and enjoy more of the beach than I did. Either way, though, the idea of being able to walk out to the beach seemed very appealing to us. So, that was what we targeted. A return trip to somewhere in the Caribbean seemed pretty ideal.
Now, we just so happened to get married in late summer/early autumn. That happens to be hurricane season in that part of the world, so in an attempt to plan ahead, we chose to delay our honeymoon. We're all for being adventurous, but neither of us felt like tempting Mother Nature. She don't play.
As it turned out, it was a good call. There were several hurricanes that rolled through in those months, so we metaphorically patted ourselves on the back for good planning. We sure dodged that bullet.
However, it wasn't just a regular bullet; it was more like a bazooka. It was just our luck that the mother of all hurricanes came through the Caribbean in 2017. Some of the places we wanted to visit still don't have power at this point, and reports seem to indicate that it'll be a while before the infrastructure returns. Even if we're willing to deal with the spotty power, the roads are trashed. It just didn't give us that sense of a leisurely vacation.
So, we chose to relocate our honeymoon to Montreal, in January. In case that statement doesn't immediately mean anything to you, let me paint a picture. It is winter in January, in a part of the world where winter actually means something. Snow and ice are a part of the weather. We were looking at weather reports for the time of our trip, and the words "freezing rain" appeared. Basically, we went to the exact opposite climate.
Why, you ask? Well, the Mild Wife spent some time in the (U.S.) Northeast, and she's always appreciated what I refer to as "bundle up and get cozy" weather. Picture a cup of hot chocolate and warm scarves. It's a different type of honeymoon, for sure, but we're looking forward to it. It's just a fun story of how we landed on that destination.
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