My husband and I planned the perfect honeymoon, and it was almost time to go.
We spent the first year of our marriage saving money so we could go to an all-inclusive resort in the Bahamas.
When we got there, they greeted us with a basket of goodies that was made just for honeymooners and given a special room on the beach with a private entrance to the ocean. The first night was just what we dreamed it would be, but it soon went from a dream to a nightmare. A storm came in with hurricane force winds and it was raining so hard the power went off. Without the power, there was no air conditioning, but that didn’t matter. The temperature dropped almost twenty degrees, and we were shivering. We cuddled up in bed, just in time to get notified we were being sent to a storm shelter. Although it was cool outside, there were so many bodies in the storm shelter that it quickly got hot and humid. Air conditioning could have saved our olfactory senses, but that wasn’t happening without power. Without air conditioning, people were sweating and body odor was getting to me. I couldn’t breathe, and all I wanted to do was cry. Two days later, the storm passed, but they were giving all the hotel guests a free stay when we wanted to arrive. I couldn’t wait to get home and have a proper vacation, even if we were just in our home and had the furnace instead of the air conditioner. I gave our free trip to my sister for her honeymoon, and we swore we would never leave our home again.