The Do-Something Honeymoon

As I’ve mentioned before, planning a honeymoon around what we’re going to feel like doing after an event we’ve never experienced before is a little… difficult.

Part of the difficulty lies with the fact that I’m a do-er. 

I live by structure, and schedules, and lists, and waking up every morning knowing what I need to do that day.

This can be at odds with vacationing in general, and it is definitely at odds with the stories and advice I’ve heard about honeymoons, and the post-wedding need to do nothing for 2 weeks, etc.

On one hand, I do think these people might be on to something, and on the other hand I don’t know how to have a do-nothing vacation.

DSC_0022 This is not relaxing. This is laziness. 😉

We tried once. We spent 4 days in Mexico, of which I spent the first 2 panicking that we *had* to do things—like go to the beach, or try this restaurant, or watch a sunset. I’m the kind of girl who can bring a magazine on vacation and feel unproductive if she doesn’t read it.

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Gotta read the magazine…

DSC_0714No I mean it, read the g*ddamn magazine.

I didn’t relax until day 3, when we had a day trip scheduled. Suddenly, with structure, came relaxation.

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Doing things! Yay!

So this is why I didn’t think a do-nothing trip was for us. (This kind of insanity is also why I decided I wanted to go to work for a few days between the wedding and honeymoon. Just, you know, to check in.)

It’s also why I chose Italy.

I could tell you about our itinerary, and how I’ve carefully planned it in the hopes of balancing resting and sightseeing, and how wandering aimlessly through the towns of the Amalfi Coast WILL be relaxing. But that’s not really what it’s about.

Italy, to me—I don’t think Scott will fully understand this until he experiences it—comes with a built-in “fuck it” meter.

In Italy, nothing every happens how or when it’s supposed to me, and that’s all part of the adventure. As soon as that plane touches down (and as we’re flying Alitalia, probably even before), all bets are off. And that, that having the control taken out of my hands, is far more relaxing than laying in bed at a resort agonizing over whether to spend the day at the beach or the pool.

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