Sharing our honeymoon memories on the blog, has given me a chance to relive the experience. It kept the journey alive for me and it is with a heavy heart that I wrap things up. The honeymoon is over, as they say.
Like the night we slept on a closet floor in Warsaw, Poland or a three hour bus ride in Croatia, when the A/C was broken (it was over 100 degrees outside), dancing the ceilidh in the Paris Metro and scoring free tickets to the London 2012 Olympics. These are the stories, we tell over and over again.