As I stated previously, we sailed with Royal Caribbean on the Grandeur of the Seas for our honeymoon. After two wonderful days of sleeping, eating, swimming, napping, eating, eating, shows, swimming, eating, napping and eating we arrived at our first stop—Port Canaveral, Florida. We batted around several options for excursions:
1) Universal Studios—which we nixed because the boat didn’t arrive until 11am which ment getting to the park at mid-day in the summer—hello lines! And Billie’s dad lives in Florida, so this isn’t our only opportunity to go.
2) An airboat ride through the everglades and Alligator tasting—seemed fun, but it only lasted two hours and we were looking for a longer excursion.
3) The Kennedy Space Tour—everyone said this was very cool. I like space and all, but at seven hours long this seemed more like a day at school than a relaxing vacation activity…
Between regular summer vacations to the Philippines, a study abroad program in Rome, and seizing the opportunity to visit friends and cousins in international countries whenever I could (um, hello, free lodging!), my passport and I have seen a good chunk of the world together. In fact, I am procrastinating my renewal this year because I don’t want to give up my very full passport—I don’t think I’ll ever rack up this many stamps in one book again. Mr. S, on the other hand, has never traveled outside the USA. His family was big on domestic vacations when he was growing up and being a college athlete meant he had to spend his spring breaks at the baseball field instead of partying it up in the Caribbean. Plus, Mr. S has an odd fear of flying, so he likes to spend as little time in the air as possible. I’ve been flying across the International Date Line since I was in diapers—any flight under 10 hours is short to me. He gets no sympathy here.
Despite his slight aerophobia and virgin passport, Mr. S is really excited to travel the globe together. When we planned our honeymoon, he didn’t impose any restrictions but only asked that it be a place neither of us (i.e., me) has traveled to before. I was totally on board—there are lots of destinations still left on my bucket list and I always hesitate to return to somewhere I’ve been before. My only ask? I want to hug an elephant.
We had the second floor of Garibaldi reserved for our reception, and guests entered by the staircase that was right next to the main restaurant entrance. When it was our turn to enter the reception, we waited at the bottom of the stairs for our cue.