We’re going to Thailand next week.
As I can’t possibly have uttered that sentence, let me check. No, I was right the first time. It does appear that we are going to Thailand. In a week.
Our first trip together was to Starved Rock State Park in central Illinois, and since then we’ve ranged further and further from home…Kentucky, California, Canada, Costa Rica, Curacao. Now, to carry the alliteration to its bitter end: Cambodia and Koh Samui.
When we were first talking about honeymoons, we considered taking a long trip right after the wedding—maybe Greece or Turkey. But when it became obvious that (a) I couldn’t take two weeks off work in September and (b) we couldn’t possibly plan a really complicated trip while planning a wedding, we backed off. Curacao, a free flight on American Airlines frequent flyer miles, was a perfect honeymoony honeymoon. Beachy and relaxing.
But we still had our hearts set on a big trip. A long, complicated, crazy trip to someplace extraordinary. We settled on January, and then we settled on Thailand. I was swayed by my love of the food, I’m not going to lie.
So, we’re off. We’re going to be in constant motion, as we do love to be: Bangkok to Chiang Mai to Chiang Rai. Then on to Cambodia to see Angkor Wat and back to Bangkok. Finally, down to Kao Sok National Park, and a last day on the beach at Koh Samui.
In these last few days, we’re both kind of freaking out a tiny bit. Despite Sandy’s intense organizational system, we’ve managed to lose track of a few details. Every day there’s something new: did we choose seats for the flights? Figure out what time that ferry leaves? Tell the hotel we’re arriving at midnight? Decide how many traveler’s checks to take? Buy the bug spray? Choose which of the country’s thousand million temples we’re going to visit? The list is endless.
But in the end, regardless of loose ends, we’re going to pack our bags, kiss the kitties goodbye, and go to Thailand. In a week. Oh my goodness.