A few months before our wedding, B and I were trying to figure out where to go for our honeymoon. We didn't have much money, so it had to be some place reasonably cheap to get to and stay. We had discussed Costa Rica but ruled it out because we wanted to be able to explore and we wouldn't have enough time if we went there for our honeymoon. So we talked about going to St. John, or St. Thomas, or St. Whatever.
I was doing some more research one day and checked out flight prices to Puerto Rico. They were insanely cheap! Like $300 round trip from Los Angeles. Which is unheard of. I emailed B and asked him if Puerto Rico would work. He said sure and about an hour later sent an email that Mitch Kramer had shown him, with an article about how this tiny island in Puerto Rico called Culebra, had a beach (Flamenco) that had been voted the second best beach in the world. We were sold.
So a few days after our wedding, we flew to Puerto Rico. Our flight was really late at night and we had a layover in New York before finally arriving in San Juan. By this point, I was exhausted. I am one of those unlucky people that can't sleep on planes. I have a hard enough time falling asleep in my own bed, so falling asleep in a plane? I've done it twice in my life, and one of those times I was ridiculously hungover. So when we get off the plane, I'm pretty much a zombie. But I'm also really excited because woohoo!! Honeymoon!! As we go towards the exit, we have to walk through this revolving glass door. The revolving door was spotless. You know how people have to put butterfly stickers or whatever on their glass doors/windows so birds don't fly into them? They should've had those stickers on this glass door. Because when idiots like me try and go through the revolving door and can't find the exit and slam into the wall face-first, it does not feel good.
Don't worry, I didn't break anything. Except my pride. The rest of the honeymoon was awesome, though, and was totally worth walking into that glass door. The water was 80 degrees, we ate tacos for almost every meal, we swam in the ocean and snorkeled, and we got to go fishing! A guy at our hotel took us out on a boat and we caught at least twenty fish. B even caught a shark! By accident! He caught a grouper and as he was reeling it in, this tiny nurse shark bit the grouper in half and was so hungry that B managed to pull him into the boat. Which was also kind of terrifying, because uhhh now there's a shark in the boat?
We also maybe possibly broke the golf cart that we were driving around the island and had to get towed back up a really steep hill by a stranger because we might've driven past this point on the map that golf carts aren't supposed to go. But who could really say for sure?
Revolving glass doors are my enemy,