A few days ago I was playing on the Internets, and had completed one of those "Where have you been?" memes that always make you feel you've never been anywhere, even if you have citizenship from like 48 different countries. I realized that I'm one of the least traveled people in my family; my parents and brother have been to three continents, including an Asian country, and I've only been to Europe. And even though I've been to more countries than Ed, he's been to both Europe and South America. Therefore, I suck.
Hopefully not for long, though. I'm being modest (not really) when I admit that Ed is lucky to be marrying someone who will, in fact, get on an airplane. (This is not an issue to be minimized. We both know people who are terrified of flying, or abjectly refuse to fly because of other ridiculous reasons.) And while I dislike many aspects of traveling, once I land and have gotten myself organized, I'm very excited to be seeing something new.
But how we decide where to travel is simply different than how other folks choose their destinations. Our trip to Stockholm, Tallinn, and Helsinki last August was the result of a late-night telephone conversation that progressed from car ownership to mid-life crises. (I exclaimed that if acquiring sports cars in mid-life was indicative of men's mid-life crises, the female equivalent would have to be running off to Estonia with one's fishmonger, at which point Ed's response was, What the hell is Estonia? Of course, this is the same man who hadn't heard of baba ghannouj until recently.)
We have occasional conversations about where we'd like to go on a honeymoon. while the downside being that such trips can cost money, the upside would be that at least airfare, one of the two biggest expenses, would be negligible; in essence we would be paying taxes. China, Thailand, and Ireland are all on the list. Sticking to the big cities in China would be relatively safer than the countryside, but the hotels might be a bit more than we can afford soon after the wedding. (Option: We got on our first anniversary.) A college friend of mine went to Thailand for a month after graduating and apparently had a fabulous time, noting that while the most expensive part of the trip was the airfare, everything was very cheap. Ireland would be easy: a week or so in Dublin or Galway; then we could stay with my parents in Roscommon and Ed could be subjected to my large, talkative, tea-swilling Irish relatives (Lord help him). But I'm attracted to going someplace really unusual for our honeymoon, in a country where not only do neither of speak the language, thereby eliminating all German, English, and French-speaking countries, but a country in which making sense of the alphabet would be impossible.
Clearly, more research is necessary.