First, let me say that I felt a lot of pressure for our honeymoon to be perfect. This means that a) I overthink EVERYTHING and b) that I felt like we were expected to have this Crazy Romantic and Relaxing Married People Vacation. Overblown expectations are my kryptonite and generally result in some sort of meltdown after too many cocktails.
But by day four, I finally relaxed. I finally started to just go with the flow. I drank one bazillion mango margaritas and had nachos delivered poolside. Basically, our honeymoon became my dream life.
We spent 8 days/7 nights at Excellence Playa Mujeres, which we both really liked. I will say that I found it to be too big of a resort to really be “romantic” (sorry EPM, swan shaped towels and rose petals do not equal romance), but it was fun. And it was easy and relaxing and the Mexican food was really good and I drank all the tropical drinks, including some Midnight Flight to Malibu business that was pretty perfect while sitting on a stool at a swim-up bar in Mexico. And at one point we discovered the Asian restaurant served sushi and ate an embarrassing amount of nigiri. Did I mention the resort was all-inclusive?
Initially, we started our days by the beach and then moved to the pool once we got too hot (the shady chairs/beds are pretty much claimed by 6 am and I don’t care enough about anything to get up by 6 am on vacation). And then we discovered the quiet pool right outside our building with steady drink service and the greatest concierge of all time and never left. Other than one catamaran trip to Isla Mujeres for snorkeling and sightseeing, we spent all of our time at the resort and our big splurges came in the form of spa treatments. Worth every penny.
And now, some pics:
Heading to NYC and Toronto for work next week
Obviously will need ALL the food/drink recommendations.
This week in food…
I realize that today’s Thursday, but we’ve only been home since Monday night and food didn’t appear back in our pantry/fridge until Tuesday night and I basically subsisted on cheese and crackers and wine last night (evidence above), so…
Here’s what I’m planning for the rest of this week:
Thursday: Jamaican jerk fish tacos with mango salsa and homemade tortillas (thanks new tortilla press!)
Friday: Neighborhood party. I’m bringing corn dip. (yes, we are now Those Suburban People)
Saturday: Shrimp dumplings (thanks new bamboo steamer!)
Sunday: Vegan hot dogs with kraut, baked beans & corn on the cob (hello summer)
There are like one million things I want to say about our wedding day. How it started snowing (in May!) two days prior and we had to move the wedding from our backyard to a new venue downtown at the last minute. How our wedding coordinator and florist and decor team were basically saints and are some of the most incredibly talented people ever. How we had to be legally married in a parking lot the evening before the wedding thanks to the venue change and our marriage license. How it felt to see my husband at the other end of the aisle and how I don’t think I stopped smiling all night long. How we surprised everyone by asking our grandparents (each of whom has been married for 60+ years) to share their secrets to a lasting marriage instead of traditional readings during the ceremony. How even with all of the changes, every single guest made it and I didn’t feel like I had nearly enough time to say hello to all of them. How my maid of honor gave the greatest speech in the history of wedding speeches. How spectacularly perfect Every. Single. Thing. was, even though our original plans were thrown out the window. How it all went by in such a blur and all of a sudden we were officially a family of two.
And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. So instead? Pictures. Most of which have been borrowed from vendors and friends and family.