Our all-inclusive resort honeymoon was perfect and just what we needed: a lot of relaxation with a sprinkle of adventure. As with most experiences, we came away with a lot of good memories and some lessons learned. Here are the Hawks’ honeymoon words of wisdom.
Over-packing is kind of my MO, so it’s no surprise that I had way more than necessary for our trip. During the day, I lived in bathing suits and coverups. At night, I would throw on a sundress for dinner and drinks. Packing three bathing suits was spot on, but four pairs of sandals? Overkill. I wore one pair in addition to my daytime flip-flops. I can’t even recall how many outfits I packed, and the jewelry I bought was such a waste of space. In retrospect, I’d bring a handful of dresses, one pair of shorts, and a couple of breezy tops. The jewelry would be left at home.
These earrings are the ONLY piece of jewelry I wore the entire week (beside my rings, of course!).
This is mostly in reference to dinners (if reservations are necessary) or activities. Mr. H and I were pretty good on this front. Restaurant reservations had to be made daily. We made them first thing in the morning, and we were able to get into the restaurants we wanted. As a part of the “honeymoon package,” there were also extra reservations to be made for a candlelight dinner on the beach, breakfast in bed, and a flower-filled bubble bath. These activities could all be reserved at once. Since they were pretty popular, making them upon arrival was pretty necessary.
Breakfast in bed. So much food!
Well, this one might not be for everyone or every situation. Mr. H wasn’t about to join in on the “Mr. Sexy” contest, nor was I interested in shaking my tail feather for all the guests in the women’s competition, but we did find things to join in on and had a blast. At the tequila tasting, we tried delicious strawberry margaritas, and at the “White Night” party we sampled rum-infused coconut drinks.
We also made sure to try mamajuana, a drink famous in the Dominican Republic for being an aphrodisiac. (Sadly, neither Mr. H nor I felt any different after drinking it, but we did bring the recipe home…just in case.) I also joined in on some dance lessons that were so much fun.
Tervis tumblers are a lifesaver!
OK, so this one really doesn’t seem nearly as important as the others, but I cannot stress enough how crucial they were. All mixed drinks were made in small cups, which would be fine if we had planned to sit at the bar the entire time; however, we were more interested in floating in the pool than being barflies.
Tiny little cups
The bartenders were more than happy to serve drinks in our tumblers, which allowed us to be in the sun and kept our beverages extra frosty cold while we lounged about.
My “Hers” cup making an appearance (and yes, Mr. H definitely was carrying around a “His”).
What’s the best advice that you could give future honeymooners?