I could write about how great our honeymoon in Amsterdam was, and give you a minute-by-minute play-by-play of our trip. But really, it's just not that interesting. It was the loveliest trip of the most boring kind. We relaxed. We drank wheat-y beers. We ate bitterballen and spicy mustard and strong Dutch cheese. We finally made it to the Anne Frank House. We fell in love with Amsterdam, again.
After a wedding that was anything but boring it was just what the doctor ordered.
I used to be afraid of getting bored in a destination but I'm a total convert. If you want to get philosophical about it, what is more indulgent than boredom?
Boring honeymoons, people. They are seriously underrated.