Many years ago when I lived in New York, I went to Bermuda on a $199 get-away excursion fare and have lorded my good luck over Joe for decades now...I'd seen one tiny little section of the world that he hadn't seen.
Since it was illegal to get married where we live and we were going to be on the East Coast anyway, Bermuda seemed like the BEST place for the post-wedding vacation (after 30 years "honeymoon" is as ridiculous to say after the wedding as "boyfriend" was before).
We found a GREAT!!! little house called Bird's Nest that we booked and called home for the stay.
It was the PERFECT place for us, as it turned out, though it was further away from Hamilton then I originally thought.
In the scheme of normal life this wouldn't matter. But unbeknownst to us, we were a couple of weeks away from getting the world's WORST wedding present (we NEVER should have registered at California Pacific Medical Center, what were we thinking?), so when I made Joe walk from the house to Hamilton to "experience" Bermuda on foot, I didn't know at the time that I was sorta killing him. (He was a good sport despite his inability to breathe and I regret my "suck it up old man" attitude in light of subsequent events.)
Hamilton was great and worth the walk...
...but I didn't make him walk there again. Or anywhere. He was a good sport, but did I mention he was cranky?
The beauty of the transportation pass that we bought was that it was good for buses AND ferries, so we were able to see just about all of Bermuda from land and sea for a nominal fee. AND feel like Bermudians (without the oddly colored shorts).
Lucky, lucky memory.
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