A couple kids, and 10 years later, my husband and I had a honeymoon do-over. Our first honeymoon was a complete trainwreck. We were young, didn’t have much money to spend, and tried to plan a 10-day trek through Europe. We crammed in 5 locations in two different countries, because there was so much we wanted to see and do, and we considered ourselves adventurous and game for it all.
We didn’t factor in the stress and exhaustion of the wedding week leading up to the trip, and really had no idea how long the travel between each location would be. The days ended up being filled with an assortment of train, car, ferry, and plane trips to get to our next location. These were the days before iPhones and easy navigation, so there were also many arguments over directions and a general feeling of irritation at the other. We came home depleted, grumpy, and not feeling honeymoon-y at all.
I cut out a picture of those rooms over the water with the palm leaf roofs (the ones that cover every travel magazine) and told my husband that one day we’d go there and re-do our honeymoon. We’d jump off the deck and go snorkeling, see the water through the glass windows in the floors, and bliss out in the middle of nowhere.
An SPG credit card and 10 years worth of time saving up points, we booked a week in one of those over-the-water rooms. And I can tell you, it was completely, absolutely worth the wait. And so worthy of its spot at the top of my bucket list. Turquoise waters, tons of fish (and sharks!), quiet sunsets, and a happy Tahitian vibe is my definition of paradise.