Day 119: The Final Day
I almost don't want to write this because that means it's over. Our huge 119 holiday is finally done. It feels like forever since we boarded the plane back in August – so fresh faced, so excited, so much... lighter.
The final day of a holiday usually sucks. Not because you're about to go home (well, partially) but mainly because you have to check out in the morning and, if your plane isn't due to leave until late at night – like ours – you feel a bit lost, left to wander the streets until it's time to go.
And that's it! 119 days of honeymoon done. It's still so crazy to me that we actually did this.
The days of swanning around the Amalfi, eating my weight in fried foods in New Orleans, seeing some great friends get married in Malibu, exploring Grand Cru wineries in Bordeaux, eating pintxos in Spain, swimming in the clear blue waters of Okinawa and living like a local in Tokyo will always be treasured memories for Adam and I. I'm so glad we did this and can't wait for the next adventure, whatever that may be...