Our alarms woke us up at a nice 6am. The final alarm of our honeymoon and it couldn’t be any more bittersweet. Quickly, we had a shower, packed up, had one final look at our adorable hotel, and walked over to the metro.
The metro system is Paris is fantastic, and really trumps that of Italy. Italy seemed to rely more on buses and trains, which were great too. It made traveling between cities a breeze. The metro is Paris though is made for travelers. It’s ridiculously easy to figure out and very affordable. All you need to know is where you’re headed, and the map clearly directs you to the line you should be on. It’s crazy though because we would take at least two escalators down to the platform, which tells you how far below the ground the system runs.
Arriving at the airport, we easily went through security and waited patiently for our plane. It didn’t take us nearly as long as we had anticipated, so we were a bit earlier than we expected.
The first route of our trip home took us to Halifax. It was an easy flight, no issues. We had about an hour layover, just enough time to grab a little snack, before jumping on our next short flight to Ottawa.
The flight itself was easy. Once we arrived was a different story. Apparently, there were big storms in Toronto, where our plane was coming from and most planes were going, and it was an absolute mess. Every flight was delayed. Some flights were canceled. I was annoyed and irritated, and becoming a bit delusional from the lack of sleep. Then, you’d look around and see all the kiddos trying to keep it together, and instead, I felt bad for them!
Three hours later, we finally were able to board. Our plane was packed, and to boot, an old crappy Westjet plane. I tried to stay awake but my body wouldn’t allow for it. It’s such an interesting feeling when you literally have no control over how your body responds. I’d be playing a game on my phone and then would wake up who knows how long later, not even realizing I had fallen asleep.
I wouldn’t claim it to be the best way to end our honeymoon, being up 26 hours straight, but I am glad to be home. It was the perfect amount of time away. Enough time to enjoy everything around us, but also enough time to wish I had brought more than a carry on worth of clothes, and of course to start thinking and missing our family and friends.
There really is something special about coming home to two furry faces which make you feel so loved!
It will take me some time to digest everything we were able to do on our honeymoon. It really was all I could have dreamed for! It was such an incredible journey.
I’ll leave you with a final quote, something that really spoke to me:
Travelling is like flirting with life. It’s like saying, ‘I would stay and love you, but I have to go: this is my station.’
~Lisa St. Aubin de Teran