The dream of the honeymoon to Mauritius ended just like that. With a simple phonecall. Dreams of lying on the beach and sipping super extra large tropical fruit cocktails while enjoying the sunset were abruptly crashed. For good.
After recovering from the shock of the shattered honeymoon we continued with the last minute wedding preparations.
It was a GREAT wedding. Not that I can remember much. I was too shocked and too overwhelmed (not too drunk).
We spent the morning after with family and friends and took off late in the evening to return home. It suddenly hit us. We had a week off from work and no place to go. We eagerly looked for the perfect alternative, but who were we kidding??? Mauritius could not be replaced.
As luck has it, the EUROVISION contest took place in Athens the same day we got married. What we couldn’t have foreseen is that all GREAT vacation spots were either fully booked or super overpriced to accommodate the EUROVISION
After researching on the internet for the perfect honeymoon getaway and failing dramatically in doing so, we decided to come to terms with the fact that we couldn’t really find anything great and we settled in finding just ANYTHING where we could enjoy each other and sleep, sleep, sleep (planning your own wedding can be exhausting).
We started our honeymoon in a nice hotel in a semi decadent place with pretty decadent fellow guests. N. didn’t seem too eager to share the pool with the overweight, massive belly owners, black (dyed) hair Russians in their 60s accompanied by their
callgirls girlfriends in their early 20s. I, on the other hand, closed my eyes and pretended I was swimming in the pool of the hotel of my dream honeymoon. Full disclosure: It didn’t work.
After three interesting days, we decided to treat ourselves and stay one night at an overpriced super duper 5* wellness and spa hotel. After all, it was our freaking honeymoon.
That was a complete disaster. We now shared a pool with fellow guests in the tender age of 80+ (they were pretty nice, but you see, there is not a lot to talk about when 50 years of age difference are involved). Once we left the spa, N. got an allergic reaction to the chlorine of the pool and got red and itchy eyes and started sneezing something like 1,546 times a minute. Needless to say, we were in full denial at the time and constantly told each other how nice it was.
The night turned into a pure torture as N. got another allergic reaction to the dust in the room (N. & hotel room carpets never go well together) which made us open the window. We spent the following 3 hours chasing a tribe of regular Greek mean mosquitoes that really seemed pretty desperate to suck every ounce of blood we had in our bodies.
The next morning we decided to leave.
We still had three days left. We felt we had enough of Greek hotels and left for good, all time classic, beloved Pelion.
The verdict? When you are in love you cherish each other, no matter where you find yourself at the time. It sure won’t hurt if you find the perfect spot to do so.
What about you? Did you cherish your honeymoon as much as we did??? Bring it on, shamelessly share with me YOUR perfect story! I won’t be jealous (so she says) 😉
Until next time,