HONEYMOON'S LOGDay 0: Wedding's EveSo, it was settled. Me and my fiancée decided that we'd only do the civil wedding, and hit the road, using the tickets my stepfather gave to us to have the dream honeymoon: Paris (to which we added London, as well, shortly thereafter, something I now thank her a lot for).
After setting things up at work, one thing remained: pack our bags, and prepare for the journey (both of them, the trip and the journey to life), which is when things started to get taxing.
You see, my fiancée is really cool. Like, supercool. Enough that she was my best friend before we got involved, and also my winggirl at work (we used to work together until shortly before we started going out as more than friends). Nonetheless, she was a mess. PMS, nervous about having never gone so far away from home before (the farthest was Argentina, which I took her to last year, which was also her first time on a plane), nervous about going somewhere she has no idea what's going on (she only speaks a bit of Spanish), about getting married (anyone who's gone through this knows, even though we had been living together for 6 months, getting LEGALLY married scares you a bit), about changing her name (she's Mrs. Musco now
), so on, so forth.
So, by the time I was calmly sitting down, sipping some hot soup (it's winter here) and lambasting her with questions while mentally reviewing what she had to have in her luggage, she was walking in circles (poor lower-floor neighbour, I feel for him) and completely unable to think at all. So I gave up, and started packing BOTH our bags.
We were done at 8 p.m., at which time we ordered a pizza (she was in no condition to be near fire, hot metal and/or sharp objects, so no cooking for her, and I'm not very good at it) and went to bed, since we were both exhausted (she, probably due to all the walking).
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