Gosh! One of my closest girlfriends just got married! Whee! I’m so excited! (You’re probably a thousand-plus altitudes above sea-level by now.)
Weeks before, she was consulting me about The Perfect Honeymoon. (And you’d have to take note that I put in proper capitalizations on that one, because honey, if you’re reading this, I know you and Rowell will grow old together, so there won’t be anymore chances to take that honeymoon!) If you haven’t already noticed, I’m pretty partial to sunshine-y tropical lands. You know what I told her? “You know what the big boss of romantic getaways is? — The West Indies.”
“It’s not as tourist-loaded as the Bahamas, and probably has less celebs (and the paparazzi posse that follows them!) than Barbados, so it’s perfect!”
Then we started talking about what we’d do there — a morning dip at the beach, some pancakes and tropical fruit juice for breakfast, biking by the street sides, haggling with street vendors for that cute little trinket, a nice long bath, an afternoon at the spa, beach volleyball, a nice swim during midday, a nice long stroll as the sun sets, followed by a candlelit dinner by the beach. Cotton House or Rendezvous seem perfect for doing all these.
Call me cheesy, but yes! I’m a tad bit jealous! Congratulations!
P.S.
They went to Jeju Island instead. Oh well, there’s always a second honeymoon … or my turn!
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February 4, 2008 at 8:20 pm
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