Richard and I have finally finished planning our much-delayed honeymoon and are now scheduled to depart in mid-March for England and then Spain.
The honeymoon itself was delayed due to the fact that we had out-of-state and out-of-country visitors in town for the wedding and wanted to spend time with them, since they’d traveled all that way to see us. Richard’s poor brother alone traveled for fifty (50!!!) hours straight to get to miserable old Houston for the wedding, stopping on three different continents along his way (see: ways not to travel to Houston from Perth). Then there was the whole hands-on aspect of the wedding itself (pfft…who needs a wedding planner?), which necessitated a lot of actual work on my part — both before and after — and wasn’t conducive to just jetting off somewhere afterwards.
So, here we are, two and half months later, and we’ve finally booked all of our flights and hotels and rental cars and have even started scouring stores for some good boots for me to trek around the frozen tundra of northern England in. Here’s the itinerary:
March 21: Depart Houston for Manchester. Arrive nearly fourteen hours later, delirious from airplane-induced claustrophobia and possibly escorted by air marshals after slapping parents of small children who are misbehaving. Go immediately to pub for drink.
March 22: Adjust to massive time difference while learning to drive on wrong side of road; will send pictures of ensuing wreckage for all to enjoy. After crashing car, take train from Alderley Edge (where we’ll be bunking down in Richard’s parents’ country home — sans parents, of course) into Manchester city centre and take in the sights.
March 23 – 25: Trundle around England by car, train or foot, visiting assorted friends in Chester and Macclesfield. Tour The Theatre of Dreams and surrounding Trafford Centre. Drink lots and lots of lager. Find and eat an entire wedge of Stilton. Have proper doner kebab and chip-shop curry, preferably late at night after tastebuds have been numbed by Boddington’s. Visit Richard’s grammar school and grumble while he tells me about its founding in 1502 and how I “don’t know what old really means.” Sit by some roaring fires. Amuse people with my heavy Texas accent. Tour stately homes. Go shopping for English groceries to smuggle home in luggage. Attempt to survive extended periods in abysmally cold weather. Have fun.
March 27 – 28: Enjoy relatively balmy Mediterranean climate. Relax.
March 29: Depart Alicante for Manchester. Depart Manchester for Houston.
March 30: Collapse, exhausted, into bed. Wake up mere hours later to find ourselves back in real world and back to work.
I’ll try to bring some fish and chips back for you all, but no promises.