Wedding or a Road Trip?

2020 has been one hell of a weird and turbulent year for all involved. I personally have managed to make my way through ever-changing months with little loss of sanity and still managed to find sources of entertainment, even the most unlikely of places. Yet, as we enter the final month of the year, it is time to turn to the future, and what lies ahead in the new year.

For myself, I am promising more fun and adventure. I’ve always been one for a good exploration, this year put a slight pause on that, so I’m always looking to venture out and see more of the world (money permitting of course). So, it was my great happiness when my fiancé suggested we go on a road trip in the upcoming summer. I immediately jumped on the idea, proclaiming yes, almost as excitedly as when he asked me to marry him earlier this year.

Yet, plans for next year have been thrown a little into question. One being, will it even be safe enough to go traveling? Something which is entirely out of our hands (more so in the hands of questionable government officials). The other questions come in the form of this article...

What about the wedding?

Unfortunately, I’m not talking about a huge celebrity wedding, if only I had that power of prediction. Instead, I’m talking about my own.

As I said earlier, I am currently engaged to my fiancé John (here’s hoping that doesn’t change or this could be awkward). It was a rather lovely surprise that came in the form of a trip to Plymouth (more about that one here). Anyway, since that fateful question was asked and answered, we’ve been faced with questions from friends and family (and the odd nosey work colleague), when will we be getting married? The answer being simple, not yet!

As lovely as it is to be asked that big important question, and great for putting my own mind at ease as to whether he’ll stick around, we aren’t in any rush to get married. Instead, we are turning our sights to traveling to three beautiful cities first.

Where are you going?

Get used to the rambling, I’m writing this rather late at night (it’s when I do my best thinking).

Ah yes, the traveling. So, John and I are going on a two-week car trip to Spain, more specifically Alcudia (Mallorca), an area of great beauty and wonderful childhood memories for John (having holidayed there a lot). For myself, it is just another place I can tick off the list - plus who doesn’t enjoy a good holiday in the sun.

That isn’t it though, in order to get there we’ve decided to drive. Yes, you heard that right. What better way to test a relationship than hundreds of miles in a car together. The way I see it, we’ve survived each other’s rather particular personalities, I don’t think there is much else that would surprise us at this point.

How are you breaking up the journey?

The plan is to drive from where we currently love to Plymouth (Devon), where we’ll spend the night in the town which acted as the setting to our engagement story.

From there we’ll be getting the ferry over to France. I’m slightly nervous about this bit as I’ve a weird thing about boats that large floating in the open ocean (weird when my favourite movie is Titanic). In France we’ll make our way to Paris, a city we both fell in love with after one visit, and want to explore again.

Having explored Paris for a day, our journey will take us to Barcelona in Spain. There is no emotional reason behind this other than we both really want to visit. I’m very excited for this part of the journey as I’ve been desperate to go for years.

The final leg of our journey will be Alcudia, where we’ll spend the bulk of our holiday sunning ourselves and generally enjoying life outside of the house in Nottingham.

Back to reality...

The only sad part of the holiday will be the journey back. Of course, we’ll be going back through Spain and France, but as beautiful as they are, I can’t imagine it’ll be enough to appease two souls knowing they’re going back to the real world of 9-5 and wedding planning (oh the horror)!