Get away
The wedding, while not extravagant by any standards, still seems to consist of a thousand things that need organising.
We're getting there, slowly but surely. The shape of it is more-or-less planned out, we now need to just go back and fill in the fine details.
One big thing that wasn't organised until tonight was the getting-away-afterwards bit. We had some vague criteria: we wanted something lazy and beach-based (which meant far enough south to still be warm in early November), somewhere we'd both not been before (which, between us, rules out a fair proportion of Europe and elsewhere), it had to be for a couple of weeks, and it had not to break the bank.
Tonight we narrowed it down to the Canaries, and eventually the southern tip of Fuerteventura. We just had to find a suitable travel company to book through.
I always find that the most stressful part of booking holidays. All the online travel agents seem to have their own way of doing things. Every site seems to have it's own unique set of criteria before it will even begin to suggest holidays to you. And then you have to play the "price that it says compared to the price it actually is" game.
You fill in all your criteria, tell it your budget, click the "find holidays" button and a screen appears:
"Finding your ideal holiday... please wait!"
Which actually means "making a list of all the places we've not managed to fill yet and desperately want to flog, and then sticking a random number next to it which bears no relation to the actual price of the holiday when you take into account Fuel Tax, Bed Tax, Window Tax, and a surcharge that changes the price from what initially appeared to be some kind of fantasy once-in-a-lifetime bargain which would have in reality made us bankrupt into the kind of figure we'd actually make a profit on... please wait!"
And then when you do find a decent holiday, you find that you can only take it if you're willing to travel from Lerwick airport, or as seemed to be the case with all the holidays we found, only flew out on a Wednesday. Which would have left us twiddling our thumbs for 3 days because we'd stupidly booked our wedding for a Saturday, not realising that the travel market isn't really geared up for couples wanting to go away on holiday just after they get married. You'd think there'd be a market for it, maybe even a special word for that type of holiday!
In the end, in slight desperation, I chucked all our details into Expedia, fully expecting it to also draw a blank. But amazingingly it chucked out just what we wanted: 13 nights in a nice resort for well within our budget. Fantastic!
So now we're all booked, one less thing to worry about, and because I've more-or-less sorted it myself without recourse to a package operator, I can confort myself that we'll be travellers, not "holidaymakers".
Well, actually we'll be honeymooners... Honeymoon! I knew there was a word for it!
We're getting there, slowly but surely. The shape of it is more-or-less planned out, we now need to just go back and fill in the fine details.
One big thing that wasn't organised until tonight was the getting-away-afterwards bit. We had some vague criteria: we wanted something lazy and beach-based (which meant far enough south to still be warm in early November), somewhere we'd both not been before (which, between us, rules out a fair proportion of Europe and elsewhere), it had to be for a couple of weeks, and it had not to break the bank.
Tonight we narrowed it down to the Canaries, and eventually the southern tip of Fuerteventura. We just had to find a suitable travel company to book through.
I always find that the most stressful part of booking holidays. All the online travel agents seem to have their own way of doing things. Every site seems to have it's own unique set of criteria before it will even begin to suggest holidays to you. And then you have to play the "price that it says compared to the price it actually is" game.
You fill in all your criteria, tell it your budget, click the "find holidays" button and a screen appears:
"Finding your ideal holiday... please wait!"
Which actually means "making a list of all the places we've not managed to fill yet and desperately want to flog, and then sticking a random number next to it which bears no relation to the actual price of the holiday when you take into account Fuel Tax, Bed Tax, Window Tax, and a surcharge that changes the price from what initially appeared to be some kind of fantasy once-in-a-lifetime bargain which would have in reality made us bankrupt into the kind of figure we'd actually make a profit on... please wait!"
And then when you do find a decent holiday, you find that you can only take it if you're willing to travel from Lerwick airport, or as seemed to be the case with all the holidays we found, only flew out on a Wednesday. Which would have left us twiddling our thumbs for 3 days because we'd stupidly booked our wedding for a Saturday, not realising that the travel market isn't really geared up for couples wanting to go away on holiday just after they get married. You'd think there'd be a market for it, maybe even a special word for that type of holiday!
In the end, in slight desperation, I chucked all our details into Expedia, fully expecting it to also draw a blank. But amazingingly it chucked out just what we wanted: 13 nights in a nice resort for well within our budget. Fantastic!
So now we're all booked, one less thing to worry about, and because I've more-or-less sorted it myself without recourse to a package operator, I can confort myself that we'll be travellers, not "holidaymakers".
Well, actually we'll be honeymooners... Honeymoon! I knew there was a word for it!
Labels: wedding
The word honeymoon is traceable to the practice of a bride’s father dowering her with enough mead (a honey based alcoholic drink) for a month-long celebration in honour of the marriage.
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