Oh, no reason… except of course for the fact that I planned a wedding, had a wedding, and went on a 3-week, tri-country honeymoon vacation since we last spoke. So, no big deal really.
Here’s some snapshots of what you can expect from life, if you choose to get married in Southern California and then fly to Tahiti, New Zealand and Australia for almost a full month of alone time with your hot-cake husband.
To fully understand the magnitude of this story, you must first meet my dream dress.
Oh look, there’s me, in it… staring at a lighthouse in the distance. See? It’s pretty magical already, isn’t it?
Here’s my handsome husband, being the gentleman that he is.
And here’s us days later, escaping reality in our overwater bungalow on Tahiti’s Moorea island.
What did we do next? Did we go to New Zealand, to dig into the sand for a natural geiser’s hot water to soak our feet in at sunset?
Yes. It appears we did.
And after that, did we go to Australia and meet a Koala in Sydney named Mo?
Yes. We did that too.
Traveling the world with the person you plan to spend your whole life with is as good as it looks people.