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Chapter 16

The Honeymoon

The very next day, we left for our honeymoon. Robert planned for us to stay three weeks on honeymoon in the Virgin Islands. It was so incredible and magical. We made love every day and had romantic dinners. Yes, we also went swimming and diving in the bluest water and took full advantage of the sun. Every day, we traveled all over the island in our rental Jeep. We would run into such a fantastic sight and just pull to the side of the road to observe and inhale the beautiful tropical breeze and landscape. Everything was so simple there. Life was good for the people who lived there, and on multiple occasions, we would spot an old man walking up a hill, herding a large group of sheep. On one of these occasions, Robert pulled the Jeep over to the side of this tiny dirt road. We got out of our car and approached the gentleman. Robert and I asked how long he had been working as a sheepherder. He smiled, with no teeth, and said, “This is my life, and I love it. The sheep take care of me, and I take care of them.” Then he told us how he made cheese, milk, and all other kinds of products. He lived in a little shack down the road.

The sheep and the herder passed by, and Robert and I continued our drive. We kept stopping to look at all the incredible views I was experiencing for the first time. I could not stop taking pictures! I remember, when we got to the bottom of this hill, we saw the gentleman’s shack and it was so adorable. We also saw the store down the dusty path, just as he said. Robert and I bought some food and then went down to the beach and had a picnic. After eating, we went swimming in the gleaming crystal-blue water. I turned around to find a goat right next to me, swimming in the ocean. I yelped at first, then realized the goat was just hanging out. There were so many goats all over the island just hanging around and eating the grass; they were pretty much doing the same things Robert and I had scheduled. As I was walking out of the water, Robert took a picture of that goat and me. How amazing and entertaining that day was. We continued to explore the island and the village of little tourist shops. There were so many stores. We bought some things to bring home, and Robert bought me such a beautiful dress for dinner that night.

Robert had the hotel plan a dinner for two on the beach at sunset. It was so romantic. When we got back to our honeymoon suite, the bed had roses all over it, with candles lighting up the room. Robert opened the doors to the outside of our suite, and then he played our wedding song. He asked me to dance, finishing our wedding dance, which was all too waited for. I started to cry immaculate tears of joy. Robert has always been romantic and a true gentleman; he is eloquent, is compassionate, and most of all, loves to write. It is as if I were Zelda Fitzgerald and Robert was F. Scott. He would pen onto his life with what he thought was the perfect story for us. Robert was composing his own Gatsby, and I was his Daisy. I was his muse, and he could write me into anything he could think of. We were so in love, and you could feel our love wherever we went.

No matter where we went, we both had the biggest smiles on our faces. Everyone kept asking us, “Are you two on your honeymoon?” Of course we said yes. We didn’t want our honeymoon to end. I was so happy and so in love with Robert. This was our three weeks of pure bliss and romance. Every day a new adventure arose. From going on boat tours to all the other islands around us to walking and exploring everything we could see around us. We truly made the best of our time. The sun was warm, the water was crystal blue, and magic was filling every glance with a dreamlike euphoria. For the first time in a long time, my phantom pains and asthma never hindered my time on those islands. Life was truly amazing, and we were so in love I think you could see our happiness from miles away.