We're going to England this summer for my SIL's UK reception. I'm ridiculously excited about this trip, but when I called it a second honeymoon, Mark said it couldn't be, because we haven't even been married a year. But the real reason it can't be a second honeymoon, and the reason I think everybody should take at least a few days off after their wedding instead of going back to work on Monday, is because on your honeymoon, you will probably be the nicest to your partner you will ever be in your life.
On our honeymoon, I learned the meaning of the phrase, "honeymoon phase". Because my husband didn't mind if I was walking slowly; he waited patiently for me to rummage through my purse, he humored me by letting me take 300+ pictures at the zoo.
And THEN, then, I dropped my lens cap in the koala pen at the zoo. And what did he do? Took pictures of koalas for me while I found a zookeeper to get my lens cap. We had a lot more patience for each other. I ate things I wouldn't usually and agreed to go on a 25 mile bike ride. He wandered with me into weird kitchen stores where I didn't plan to buy things. We spent money in ways we would normally argue over, or at least discuss at length. We were impulsive. We got lost and didn't fight about it. Our flight was delayed and neither of us was grumpy.
Am I saying this will happen to you? No. You might very well spend every day in your lives cutting each other all kinds of slack and being patient with each other. Maybe one of you is always game to try clam chowder. Maybe you regularly go shopping together. Hats off to you, but we're not one of those couples. You might also fight a lot on your honeymoon, I don't know if this is normal or was just us.
Usually on trips, we need space. We build it in. It turns out, we didn't really want space. We wanted to cuddle together and hold hands and kiss in public and repeat, over and over, "you are my husband" "you are my wife."
This summer, as we get on a plane at BWI, a bus at Heathrow, and attempt the 55-mile Taff Trail together through Wales, get on a train to Manchester, and finally catch a train to Leeds, there will be, I'm sure, some arguing. There will be some blaming, there will be some petty bickering, and there will definitely be some "I was right, you were wrong" and "that restaurant was awful!" But that's okay, because we're still going to have fun. But it's not going to be a second honeymoon; we're just going to have to settle for it being yet another married adventure.