The increasing humanity around us was very noticeable as we traveled from Turkey to Greece. The humanity of Vietnam was overwhelming. The first thing we noticed when we landed in Ho Chi Minh City, AKA Saigon, was that there were no empty chairs. Every space, and especially seat, was occupied by a person. We didn’t get out of the airport until 10 PM, but it was just boiling with activity. Maybe 10 PM is a popular airport time, but the growth of Vietnam is undeniable.
The Honeymoon Adventure Part 2: Sunset Selfies
It took a few connections to get from Kayseri, in the middle of Turkey, to the island of Santorini, so we had time to do a little reading about where we were going.
Santorini as we see it today is basically the aftermath of a collapsed volcano that erupted with great force [7] about 3500 years ago, possibly ending a civilization 45 miles to the south in Crete, but also creating some very cool geographic features that we get to enjoy today. The island has high, steep cliffs that sharply drop into the Aegean Sea, and the middle of the volcano structure can still be seen popping out of the ocean from the remaining eastern semi-circle where all the people live. We booked a spot at the top of the crescent shape in a town called Oia, pronounced EEE-a. The nicest hotels were built on the inward facing cliffs with dug-out caves for rooms, which have amazing views, but all the beaches are on the backside of the island that gently slopes into the sea. At some point the government had mandated that all the houses need to be white, and the resulting contrast with the blue church domes made the spot great to photograph.
The Honeymoon Adventure Part 1: A Search for Trash Cans
This is a hastily slapped together summary of our honeymoon. We wrote it for family, friends, and our future selves. It turned out way longer than we wanted, but we didn’t have the time to make it shorter! If you enjoyed it, check out Part 2 and Part 3 as well!
Having dated for a few years, been engaged for almost two, and making it through a wedding planned from the other side of the country, Erin and I felt like we needed to celebrate.
For some reason, the first vacation you take after your wedding is called a honeymoon [1], and we somehow managed to both get four weeks off of work to kickstart our marriage.