May 20, 2006.
Our wedding day.
While I was happily chatting with my German friends & family over breakfast at the terrace of their hotel, my uncle pops his head out of his hotel room window and shouts: WHERE IS YOUR CELL PHONE? N. HAS BEEN TRYING TO REACH YOU FOR THE LAST HOUR…
We had spent the night before apart, as custom has it, and I had neglected to take my phone with me. After all, the hotel was very conveniently located, just 5 minutes walking distance from our summer flat. Why take the damn thing, N. hates cell phones and rarely uses his anyway (reminder: that was 2006).
I rushed back to our flat and called him back. My semi-happy, semi-worried face quickly turned into a semi-horror, semi-angry face while we had the following conversation:
T: Good morning honey. Did you have a nice time with A?(N. decided against the classical bachelor party-no, it had nothing to do with me, I promise) and opted for a quality one on one dinner with his best man, A.
N: Where have you been? I have been trying to reach you all morning (said the cell hater)
T: I went to the hotel to meet the German guests. What’s wrong? Why do you sound so stressed?
N: I haven’t slept all night. I was too stressed. We need to cancel our honeymoon.
T: What?? (this was the second my face transformed from loving wife-to-be to angry wife-to-be)
N: Well, I was telling A. that we booked our honeymoon and fly off tomorrow for a week to Mauritius and he told me that in France they had issued a travel warning for Mauritius due to a mosquito epidemic (chikungunya outbreaks) in the region.
T: WHAT?? still not being able to process what I just heard
N: There is this mosquito…which transmits the chikungunya virus…it can be lethal…15 people have already died. We need to cancel this trip.
T: I AM NOT CANCELING THIS TRIP. I AM GOING TO GO ALONE (very mature, I know)
N: ….(too angry to remember this part of the conversation)
T: I HAVE BEEN PLANNING THIS TRIP FOR THE LAST 6 MONTHS (after all, I had been planning other people’s trips for the last 7 years-being a travel agent that is- it was about time that I did some serious planning of my own) I AM NOT CANCELING THIS TRIP NOW. End of conversation.
The more I thought about it the more I realized that if there is one mosquito flying over Mauritius, chances are that it is going to attack N. (with his luck and allergic reactions to almost anything).
One hour (and numerous talks with my grandfather & uncle-both docs) later I made the call.
T: Ok, I have done some thinking…
T: There is actually no point in going if we are going to be stressed about the whole mosquito thing (in retrospect of course: it would have been SO WORTH IT)
to be continued…
until next time,