My parents retired quite young, due to completely unforeseen circumstances. They live pretty simply and travel when they feel like it, going to interesting places around the world and close to home.
But their favorite place for several years has been a little Caribbean island in the Lesser Antilles, the ownership of which is divided between France (Saint-Martin) and the Netherlands (Sint Maarten).
(Map stolen from these guys)
When Chas and I got married in 1998, Mom and Dad gave us money for a honeymoon. They encouraged us to go somewhere memorable, because we were not likely to be able to travel again for many years (so true). As we talked it over, St. Martin kept coming up, and they were eager to tell us all about it. The conversations went something like this:
Dad: "Oh, you'll love it there, especially the French side. Orient Beach is consistently rated one of the top five beaches in the world."
Mom: "Kontiki and Boo Boo Jam's are a lot of fun. And the restaurants in Grand Case are wonderful --"
Dad: "You know, the far end of Orient Beach is a nude beach, so you'll want to take your binoculars. Well, Chas will."
Mom: "And you'll have to go to the farmer's market over in Marigot --"
Dad: "The Dutch side has all the nightlife. You don't want nightlife, do you? That'd be pretty boring, just the two of you. Too bad you're not going with another couple; it'd be more fun."
Mom: "If you rent Chip's villa, you'd be just up the hill from Dawn Beach and Captain Oliver's, which we really like --"
Dad: "Do you know anybody who could go with you? Because it really would be a lot more fun with more people."
Later that night . . .
Now, hear me out. Say no and I'll never bring it up again, but . . . what would you think about asking my parents to go with us on our honeymoon?
Are you sure? Because, you know, HONEYMOON . . .
No, it's fine.
So. We were married in February and honeymooned in St. Martin in the summer, which is low season because of the chance of having a hurricane ruin your dream vacation. We weren't joined by any hurricanes, but we WERE joined by my parents, my brother Mantel Man, and my brother Bocci and his wife. My sister couldn't make it, so we were only seven in our honeymoon villa.
(Photo stolen from the source)
Coincidentally, the place slept seven just fine.
So, yeah, I'm a bit of a freak because I took my family on my honeymoon. But no one EVER had a better time on their honeymoon (thatwecan
(Photo stolen from RogerTheriault on Flickr)