The day you leave from vacation is incredibly sad. Jason and I mopped around for a little while, not talking, just kind of bummed about it all. Neither of us are dumb enough to waste a 4:20pm check out time though, so we plucked up, packed our bags, and had our final breakfast buffet (who knew that zucchini and eggs go so well together?), complete with a Bloody Mary.
Afterwards, we walked along the beach, stopping for some sailing lessons! The instructor went over things very quickly, taking us out once, but eventually I got the hang of it. It was a small little vessel, so every time we changed direction, we actually had to crawl underneath the sail to the other side of the boat, and pull the ropes just so. I was pretty proud of myself! We went kayaking next, which is super fun in the ocean, and then took a little nap before lunch. It started to rain outside, so we walked around indoors and had cocktails, and even came across a toucan! We were allowed to hold it and everything! I’ll be honest, birds are cool, but I’m always afraid they’ll pluck my eyes out, so I didn’t hold it long…
Eventually it stopped raining, so we finished out our time with some swimming, cheeseburgers on the beach, and a little bit of dancing. 4:20 was our check out time, so before we left paradise, we got one more tiramisu and ice cream, and made our sad way out 🙁
What a trip! We had some great weather, amazing trips and experiences, and got a little sun to boot. It’s funny how you can take the same trip five years later and contrast not only yourself, but also your relationship to one another. We’ve grown so much as a couple, but we’re still pretty much the same as we were back then. We still always agree on things to do, but now we also push each other to do things out of our comfort zones. We still hold hands and fool people into thinking we are newlyweds, but passion and puppydog love has made its way to deep understandings and long, sometimes hard, talks. Jason is still afraid of the ocean, but its rubbed off on me and now I kind of am too. The fan still bothers my eyes, but because its Jason’s habit to sleep with one at night, I can’t sleep without one either. It’s a better kind of love, and it gets better every day. He’s my dream come true, and I look forward to many many more honeymoons…