honeymooning

Cocktails every night. Reading three books in four days. Oh the seafood. Sleeping in. Staying up late. Never having to look at a watch. Falling asleep to the sound of the ocean in a big cozy bed next to a crackling fireplace after a dinner of pasta and wine. Hot tubbing under the stars. Vodka martinis. Sablefish, crepes, sushi, crumpets. The best (Cuban) sandwich I've ever had. Sneaking into the hotel's saltwater hot tub after hours, bottles of cold beer in-hand. Biking through Vancouver, along the ocean, onto the beach. Free champagne. Whale watching, even if we didn't see any damn whales. Canadian accents. Running through the streets of Vancouver, drunk and laughing, to catch The Hangover Part II. Bubble baths. Raspberry scones, peaches, charcuterie. Two red Adirondack chairs overlooking the sea. Coffee on the pier. Buying fish at the fish market, veggies and the vegetable stand, bread at the baker, cheese at the cheese shop and wine at the wine store... all within two blocks. Cheap Thai food. Sake. Record stores, book stores, pie shops, coffee shops. Drinking wine in the shower. Naps, as many as you could fit into one day. Beaches. Green everywhere. Contentment. A damn good honeymoon indeed.