For our honeymoon, Willie and I flew to Punta Cana in the Dominican Republic, where Willie's friend hooked us up with a room at the sold out Punta Cana resort.
He also hooked us up with VIP treatment at the airport, which reminded me why being rich and famous wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.
We spent five days and six nights at the resort, with Christmas falling smack in the middle of the trip.
It was easy to forget it was Christmas, except when this guy showed up.
The views were not too terrible.
Nor was the pool on the sea option.
The resort hosts an ecological reserve, in case you get sick of seeing so much baby blue.
This was our morning and afternoon routine.
(About half-way through our stay, we realized that there were several workers whose job it was to rake up the unsightly seaweed that would accumulate every couple of hours along the shore. Thank goodness is all I can say.)
And this is La Chozo, the best lunch spot ever, and where we ate lunch every day.
And this is what we ate for lunch every day.
Our mode of transportation on the resort.
Pretty easy to be happy campers when you're on vacation in the Carribean:
But life looks alright, too, back home in our yellow-tinted glasses in North Carolina.