Our Honeymoon Adventures: Getting There
Josh and I could not have asked for a better honeymoon.
Thanks to our family and friends, who surprised us with our “California Dreamin’ Honeymoon”, we were able to take a trip that we had been dreaming of for quite some time.
Throughout the next few days, I’m going to share:
- Where we stayed
- Where we ate
- What we saw
- and more.
But first, I feel like I should tell you about a few of the sillier parts (read: disasters) of our honeymoon…
Such as how I forgot my wedding and engagement rings! I was in such a rush to get to the airport on time that I forgot my most meaningful and important accessories in the bathroom. (I leave them on a turtle figurine when I shower.) Thankfully, I realized it before we got to the airport, so we were able to turn around and go back for them, but boy was that a way to start our trip…
After that, I was in a bit of a panic mode. We rushed to the airport and made it there about 20 minutes before our flight. Whew! We checked in, checked our luggage, and made our way to the boarding area...But not before a quick stop to the bathroom, of course. (I have yet to use an airplane restroom and I don’t plan on it anytime soon!)
We were super fast with our business, but apparently not fast enough. While we were hurriedly walking toward our gate, we heard the announcement that our zone was boarding...and then we heard our specific names being called...We got there as fast as we could, but alas, by the time we made it to the gate, our plane was already moving.
We had missed our flight.
They had decided to leave early! What?! Since when is that a thing?
So that’s how we ended up sitting at the airport for six plus hours on the first day of our honeymoon.
We waited six, slow moving, boring as heck hours for the next flight. First, we bought bevs, snacks, and airplane pillows. Then, we tried to find comfortable seats where we could relax. (Impossible.) We sat for a while, playing on our phones until the batteries were nearly dead. Then, we decided to have breakfast. (Hashbrowns with lots of veggies at the lone airport restaurant. Our server was a horrible woman who was mean to the rest of the staff. I was furious with her by the time we left.) After that, we found new, more comfortable seats next to an outlet for charging our phones. We napped there for a bit, albeit uncomfortably, until we just couldn’t nap anymore. We played on our phones some more, reading/playing games/browsing Imgur/etc, until finally, we made our way to our new gate.
We boarded the plane as planned, and made it to hot, muggy Las Vegas...Where we found out that we were on standby for our connecting flight to San Jose. A flight which turned out to be completely full...Meaning that we could not get on it.
We ended up talking to a few very helpful Southwest employees who did their best to figure something out for us. They asked us to give them 45 minutes, and so we did. While they worked their magic, we decided to grab some lunch. (Overpriced yet tasty enough vegan burritos and strawberry margaritas at Jose Cuervo Tequileria.)
After lunch, we made our way back to our friends at the gate. They had figured out a way for us to get to California at long last! They apologized profusely, saying that we probably weren't going to like their plan, but it was the best they could do.
We just had to board a flight to LAX, and from there, grab another flight to San Jose…
It was silly and annoying, but the ladies we worked with were really good about the whole thing. They had us laughing and smiling, and most importantly, they got us on a flight out of Las Vegas!
Eventually, after a lot more shuffling around, getting lost a few more times, and nearly missing yet another flight, we made it to San Jose. It was 10:30 at night, and we were thoroughly exhausted. We had been up and going since 2:30 a.m. and we were about ready to collapse.
We grabbed our luggage from the baggage claim and made our way to the rental car desk. There, we dealt with a lovely woman. (I think her name was Rosa or Rose, I’m not sure. I think I was probably hallucinating with exhaustion at that point. It could have been a talking goat helping us out, and I simply would have accepted it and moved on.) Rosa chatted us up, finding out about our travel debacle, and that we were in town on our honeymoon. She lit right up with this information. She said, “Your honeymoon? Okay, okay, let me see what I can do for you! You poor things, what a day!” She tapped away at her keyboard and presented us with some interesting information. For $30, she could upgrade our standard/practical/boring rental to a yellow, convertible, Ford Mustang.
“It’s your honeymoon! You’re in California! You need a convertible!”
Umm, yes please! Josh and I were both utterly drained, but with this information, we perked right up. Rosa was right, man! We were on our honeymoon! We were in California! We needed a convertible! And for only $30 (total!)? We couldn’t resist!
So, that’s how we ended up with this baby for the duration of our trip. :P (Living the California dream!)
We finished up with Rosa, and after one of the longest, most tiring days of travel we had yet to experience, my new husband and I made our way out of the airport. We found our beautiful, yellow Mustang in the parking garage, tossed our luggage in the backseat, and headed one hour south to delightful, seaside Santa Cruz. With a bright moon shining down on us and the cool wind rushing through hair, the stress of our day lifted from our shoulders.
Our honeymoon had officially begun.