While I loved planning my wedding, I loved planning my honeymoon just as much (okay, maybe even a little more since it did involve travel after all). Although we I bandied about a slew of possible destinations (Argentina, Turkey, Thailand), we went with a locale that was not nearly as exotic as the places I just mentioned but equally memorable. While I adore the beach, my idea of a fun time doesn’t always involve applying copious amounts of sun screen multiple times a day but with D and I not being of the tan population, it’s needed. So unlike many American couples, I never envisioned traveling to Mexico or a Caribbean island for my honeymoon (not that either wouldn’t have been fantastic).
We ended up honeymooning in Belgium (Brussels and Brugge) and France (Paris). As D had never been to Paris, the City of Light was always on the board; however, Belgium came about as somewhat of a last minute thing. Originally I was thinking of pairing Paris with the French alps (staying in a chalet etc) but with this area of France being so close to the Swiss border, it made more sense to return home by flying out of Geneva than returning to Paris. However, after seeing the ridiculously steep costs of Geneva hotels for one night, I moved on from this idea. (Needless to say I do hope to make it to the French alps one day).
Belgium came out of the blue as it was never a country I was dying to visit (save for my ardent desire to visit World War I battlefields there) and yet it was a country that greatly charmed us all the same. Minus some scary youths on the Brussels metro that we encountered (and when I say youths, I mean a gaggle of them not just two or three), everyone we met was incredibly kind and friendly, and many spoke English better than a lot of Americans. There was chocolate, frites, waffles, and for someone, beer. For being a country you can basically “hop, skip, and jump” your way out of (it’s so tiny) it still packs in a lot from a tourist’s perspective.
And Paris was Paris. Although I wish we had had more time there to have more of a relaxing Parisian experience (i.e. having a picnic along the Seine), it was still a terrific time. For me highlights were seeing Notre Dame’s famous gargoyles up close and personal, our dinner cruise on the Seine, and even though the locals detest it, seeing the Eiffel Tower sparkle in all its glory. Our hotel was in the 7th arrondissement and so we had prime viewing.