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Leaving On A Jet Plane…
Bobby and I explore the Scottish Highlands for a week. We tour battlegrounds and castles; those still being used, and those that have been deserted for centuries and deemed dilapidated.
We take guided tours through the streets of Edinburgh and Dublin while listening to the haunted stories, and we step back warily as the tour guide tells us how they used to rid their apartments of waste.
We go on more than a few whiskey tours, and although I don’t enjoy the drink all that much, Bobby enjoyed tasting the different whiskeys from different regions. To me, most of them tasted like drinking from an ashtray.
We climb Blarney castle and lay upside down to kiss the Blarney stone and share germs with the million people who came before us. Then we’re welcomed into a working farm in a small village in Ireland, where they cooked us a homemade dinner of Irish stew, and gifted us chocolate from the local chocolatier down the road.
After Scotland and Ireland, we flew to London, and I marveled at the line of planes landing one after the other. No room for error, no time to fuck around, they had airbuses lined up for touch down every thirty seconds.
We rode the London Eye after lining up for over an hour, and we took a double decker bus tour around the city on an unnaturally perfect sunny day, so unlike England.
Before we left, we were forced to stop in at the post office to mail home a set of bagpipes that Bobby bought in Edinburgh – don’t ask me why he bought them. Heswearshe’ll YouTube tutor himself.
A few weeks after we left home, we flew into Paris and climbed the Eiffel tower, snuggled at the top and took silly selfies, then we raced down again, pushing and shoving in an attempt to be the first to the bottom.
I’m pretty sure Bobby let me win.
My shoves were real. His mostly consisted of him running and carrying me like a football.
Our second night in Paris was spent at the Moulin Rouge. It was fan-freaking-tastic! I’m not even kidding when I say that Bobby was called onstage for a skit. It was amazing, and the poor guy was burning red with embarrassment. It’s not often I see a shy Bobby, so even though he was onstage with beautiful, topless women wearing nothing more than thongs and feathers, I thoroughly enjoyed the whole show.
In Rome, although on a guided tour, we skipped Colosseum day, and instead slept in and had a long breakfast. Exhausted from long days, we lazed around the hotel, then headed out to explore; we wandered the palazzos, ate gelato, and bought street art.
We rode the gondolas in Venice with a newlywed couple from Australia – Not once did they sayG’Day Mate.Drinking champagne in the middle of the day and snuggling against Bobby, we cruised the canals, mocked the weird Australian accents, and counted our blessings.
In Amsterdam, we rode the canals for a dinner cruise, then we walked the red-light district, because… Why not? It was a lot of fun.
We drove through Holland and took pictures in the beautiful flower-filled fields and in front of one of the million windmills, then we toured the Swarovski factory in Austria.
Thieves stole my shopping bag when I sat it down while we stopped for dinner. They probably assumed I’d purchased jewelry like scores of other tourists do in Austria, but no. I didn’t want Bobby to get any more ideas, so I was careful not to look at anything for too long. Unfortunately for the thieves, all they scored was a pair of leggings. Unfortunately for me, I lost an amazing pair of leggings.
Bastards.
In Switzerland, nearing the end of our four weeks, we rode the aerial cars to the top of Mount Titlis. We stood at what felt like the top of the world, and enjoyed a sunny day while surrounded by snow as far as the eye could see.
In town, I was caught staring at a beautiful Swiss watch, but I mean, who could blame me? A Swiss watch, made and purchased in Switzerland?
Yep, I got a new watch.
“Is there anywhere else you wanna go, babe?” Bobby nuzzles the skin behind my ear as we lay in bed on our last night in Lucerne.
I shake my head and stretch my neck. “You’ve ticked every single stop that I’d originally planned.” I throw my leg over his and snuggle in. “You’ve given me an amazing trip. I couldn’t ask for more.”
“Is there anywhere you want to go that wasn’t on your original itinerary? We haven’t even touched the southern hemisphere yet… I’m pretty sure it’s winter in Australia right now. Or Russia? I always thought that would be a cool place to go.”
“Do you want to go to Russia or Australia? This is your honeymoon, too.”
“I want to go wherever you want to go,” he whispers sweetly. Lifting my fingers to his lips, he nibbles and nips with dancing eyes.
“You’re such a sweet talker.”
He smirks. “I wasn’t always this smooth. I used to swallow my tongue more often than not when first trying to convince you to love me.”
