the honeymoon is over, but I'm OK with that
Well, today Mr. M and I celebrated 17 years of wedded bliss. 17 years - holy moley. That's a long time. If you want to know what it's been like, read what I wrote when we reached 15 years. Today? Same old, same old. Could be worse, could be a lot better. We're still working on that.
Yeah, the honeymoon is definitely over, but that's life, isn't it? Our actual honeymoon all those years ago began on June 21 and lasted 2 wonderful weeks. We flew from Vancouver to London, spent a sleepless newlywed night at the infamous Regent Palace Hotel and then traveled on to the island of Guernsey, one of the Channel Islands.
Ah, those were the days. What a gorgeous place. We've been meaning to go back for so long but somehow real life keeps getting in the way.
The L'Ancresse Bay Hotel was (and still is, I suppose) a charming place run by an Englishman and his wife, a lovely woman from Luxembourg. The hotel did have its little quirks and there were moments when visions of Fawlty Towers would run through my head, but we managed to contain ourselves and enjoy the gracious hospitality.
I don't think I've ever walked so much in my life as I did during those two weeks. We were on the "half-board" plan at the hotel. That meant that breakfast and dinner were included in the price of our holiday. The meals were more than substantial and after the huge buffet breakfasts we rarely needed to eat again until evening. Mr. M, not familiar with a full English breakfast, ventured into the unknown and tried the "Smoked Golden Kipper". He says he will never, ever eat fish for breakfast again. Ever. He has nothing against eating smoked fish for lunch or dinner, however. More on that later.
Anyway, after a hearty breakfast and with bus passes in hand, we would venture off every day to explore the island, usually walking for 5 or 6 hours at a stretch and taking in all the attractions as well as the natural beauty of the island. When we returned in the afternoons we would go back to our hotel room and, um, "take a nap" until dinner time. Oh how things have changed! These days when we say we're taking a nap, we really ARE taking a nap. Just imagine.
Today was like any other day. Yes, I did get flowers, but I get flowers every Saturday, just like clockwork. There were visits to the flea market and naps galore. It rained a lot too, just like it rained on our wedding day.
And while I did a lot of fairly melancholy reminiscing about The Way Things Used to Be, I guess Mr M must have had our honeymoon on his mind as well since he spent the whole afternoon doing this:
Because I'm sure you'll agree that nothing says love like smoked fish.