Disclaimer – I actually have no idea “how to honeymoon”, I just liked the sound of the title. But Mr K and I seemed to enjoy ourselves. Maybe we’re honeymooning naturals. Who knows?
The day after we got married, we spent 12 long hours saying goodbye to people. Guests had come from Lebanon, New York, Vancouver, L.A., Ireland, Brussels and Paris for our shindig and we were extraordinarily grateful. We simply couldn’t ride off into the sunset without thanking them properly. And so two days into the world of married, all goodbyed out, Ant and I got the overnight ferry to France (don’t try to have newly marital relations in a miniscule bunk bed, ok? It doesn’t end well) and spent five days eating croissants and baguettes and holding hands and being giddy and thinking no-one was ever more in love than this. (Oh come on. You’ve all thought it too).
Mr K, just hitched and looking thoughtful, on the deck, leaving the UK and heading for France.
We asked for money at our wedding so that we could go on the kind of holiday we’d never get to go on again. And part 2 of this post will be a description of that dream honeymoon. But those few days that we took straight after getting married, on the French coast…that to me will always be my honeymoon. Because the fancy swanky trip that we went on to Malaysia…it was incredible and the hugest adventure we’ve ever been on…but it was a holiday. It was 9 months after the wedding. It was an amazing trip, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I would go back again in a nanosecond. But we weren’t giddy. We didn’t have that holy-crap-we-just-got-married mentality. And there is nothing that can beat that.
The mentality of which I speak.
In France we did nothing for five whole days. Is there anything more glorious than doing nothing? It was so…uncomplicated. We wandered round the old city walls of St Malo, re-enacting its pirating past (er, that was just me), eating A LOT (brides to be, can I be the first to tell you how unspeakably marvellous it is not to have klaxons blaring in your ear about BACK FAT and DOUBLE CHIN POTENTIAL! every time something sweet passes your lips, as they do in the weeks preceding one’s wedding?) We slept, we laughed, we talked about the day itself, I got his stories, he got mine. I spoke bad French. He spoke fluent French. We went to markets, we ate cheese, we drank coffee, we sat on boats, we slept. We slept some more.
The markets were worth every single sodding carrot stick I ate over the preceding two months.
Lobster. No, I am not naked under this bib. I assure you I am wearing a halterneck. It wasn’t THAT kind of French trip.
So the point of this post is to say…honeymoons, real honeymoons, those few days straight after the wedding, don’t have to be huge jet-set Lanvin-sunnies-and-a-big-floppy-hat affairs. It is indescribable how perfect your honeymoon will be wherever you go and whatever you do, even if you have two like we did (I have a hatred of the word “mini-moon” but ALRIGHT that’s technically what we did). France called to me as the perfect place to wind down and fall in love all over again. France was right.
This time is about the two of you and nothing else. You’re about to embark on a hell of an adventure together.
These few days are just the beginning.
Whether that’s in a cottage in the rain in Wales, or camping, or staying in a yurt
(erm…third honeymoon, anyone?), it’s recapturing what’s been hijacked from you over the last few months. Taking a moment on the big day
is important, sure, but that hardly compares to hours and hours stretching before you with no lists, no worries, your only task to be in love.
And eat each other’s croissants.
This picture annoys Mr K because it has an “uneven horizon”. Pfft.