And the winner is...

Oh, you think I'll tell you right away and not waffle on about how we made the choice, what made us choose against certain places and how we finally, after much, much thought we came to choose the place we did? Well, you think wrong. You got your hot drink of choice ready? Some nice music on in the background? Your reading glasses on? Then let's dive right in!

Firstly, thank you so much for all your suggestions and offers of help. They really made thinking of the Honeymoon fun and it's great to know we have such helpful friends (I'll remember that when planning the post-wedding clean-up team!).

Up first - the south of France. This was the first place we came up with and we thought long and hard about it. I went so far as to look for holiday homes in and around Carcassonne and a few places near there. Fazit: too expensive, and also somewhere we could go later and with a family. So for a Honeymoon? Non, merci!

Next serious contender - Malta. Hot, small, relaxing, where Paul was shipwrecked, English-speaking, blue water and lagoons. Yes, yes, yes. Touristy. And we just didn't get that excited. So, good-bye Malta.

The whole Honeymoon planning really started to annoy me after ruling out Malta. I just couldn't think of places for us to go that would fulfill my need to go somewhere we may never get to ever again and cheap, clean but cheap, as foreign as we can get but... are you getting the picture?

A few months ago, Patrick mentioned where his flatmate was going on her Honeymoon. It sounded adventurous, not too expensive, far away but still clean. Patrick seemed intrigued but I never really thought that it would be where we would end up.

About a month ago, I decided to just see where we could fly to from Bremen and see if we would be interested in any of those places. Two days later our flights were booked. Without much thought, as we would find out later. We, I am excited to share with you, will be flying to Morocco!

 

Morocco

Morocco!

Morocco!

Morocco!

 You know when you write the same word over and over again and it starts looking really weird? That just happened. But hey, I am going with the most wonderful Patrick Honsberg to Morocco! That's Africa! Africa! Africa! Where we are going exactly and why is a post for another day. Frankly, I think my Honeymoon is more interesting for me than for the rest of you, but I want to read about the planning one day when I have more laundry than I ever dreamed possible and 3 screaming kids and then I'll say 'Look at me moan about the planning process. How little I knew.' and then I'll chuckle patronisingly at the me of the past as the kids cry and Patrick writes the sermon for Sunday and I, wait a minute, hey, me of the future! Less blog reading, more work you lazy mom! 

Enough of this. It's late. Over and out.