A long U-Haul drive later, we were settled into our new apartment (the first for both of us) on the other side of the country from everything I knew. But it was still perfect, because he was still the best man possible.
After such a perfect wedding and such a perfect move with the perfect man, one would expect an absolutely perfect honeymoon.
the hotel parking lot, and when the staff finally told us, we were sure we’d have car trouble the next day - but amazingly we didn’t. We visited two Mayan ruins (in Tulum and Coba) and both times it poured on us... and when I say “poured” what I really mean is that the skies cracked open and let loose a torrential onslaught of never-ending water which soaked us through to the bone, creating rivers down the pathways and waterfalls down the stairs and ruining everything in our backpack, including a novel mr had borrowed from his mom. There was no possible way to get wetter than we were in that tropical oceanic storm - unless perhaps we had jumped into the ocean with our clothes on. While at the Tulum ruins, my purse was stolen out of our car. You’d think this would be the low point of the entire trip, but fortunately I had been wise enough not to keep anything of value in it at all. I had simply been using it to tote around our lunch of soggy peanut butter sandwiches. There was no visible sign of forced entry to the car, and the thieves were nice enough to politely lock the doors after themselves. Also at Tulum, mr got horrible sunburn - the worst part of that being that we couldn’t locate an aloe anywhere - and our camera batteries died which was depressing because of course we hadn’t thought to bring extra from home. I bought a disposable camera for the rest of the trip. (on a side note: this disposable camera was a blessing in disguise, for when we got home I proceeded to accidentally erase all pictures of our trip from the memory card without backing them up in any way. Thus, the only evidence we have that any of this actually happened are the 24 photos I snapped with that cheap disposable. That and the memories seared into our brains. Now you know what all these pictures are so horrible). None of these small annoyances phased us, though, for we had already survived much worse! Now nothing would stop us from having the most perfect time on the rest of our honeymoon!
On our last full day in Mexico, mr decided that it was time to throw caution to the wind. We’d had a lot of stress, and he wanted one full day of fun with no worries. We settled on a trip to Xel-Ha, an eco-park not too far from our hotel with beautiful nature walks, coves for snorkeling, scuba diving by the carnivorous fish, caves, cenotes, cliffs to jump off, a river to float down, hammocks, massage parlors, swimming with the dolphins and fantastic restaurants.
We couldn’t do everything, so we picked some things that looked exciting and spent the day floating in inner tubes, jumping off cliffs, walking around all the beautiful cenotes,
swinging from ropes into water,
watching lizards and scary birds (I have a bird phobia)
feeding carnivorous fish,
mr suggested the tattoo parlor, but I shot it down.