The day after our wedding we were due to board a cruise ship by 4 p.m. We woke up feeling, well, hungover. I was so miserable as I tried to last minute pack and head to the port. We didn’t have a far drive (we were leaving out of Tampa), but I still was soooooo out of it.
When we woke up in our honeymoon suite, we didn’t know where Scott’s car was. WTF? Where did it go? We did a drive-by of our venue and the other hotels in the area. Turns out Scott gave my dad his keys and told him to take it home. Neither of us remember this. When we get home, there’s a random car ditched in our driveway (a guest’s car died on him on the drive over). Everyone is haggard, the band’s PA system was misplaced. Hot Mess.
When we finally were packed and got to the port… I was SO DISAPPOINTED that Carnival was handing out fliers that said Belize was canceled. That’s like the MAIN reason I booked the cruise that I did. It was supposed to be a 7-day cruise on the Carnival Legend to Grand Cayman, Belize, Honduras (Roatan) and Cozumel. A major BOO to the missing Belize. I wanted to go cave tubing SO BAD! Anyways, the letter explained something about the safety of the port in Belize and how it was best we skipped it. Ok…. well. Whatever. They replaced that destination with Costa Maya–a place I knew nothing about. (It would end up being my second favorite place!)
We got on the boat, explored, napped. We made it to dinner where I scarfed down a Caesar Salad, Shrimp Cocktail and a steak. We were in bed by 9:30. Happy Honeymoon, Happy Hangover.
We don’t even have any pictures of this night because we were SO wiped out! Okay, scratch that. I took one picture of the SKyway Bridge as our cruise ship went under it.
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