*An aside. Whenever I think of honeymoons I tend to think of this movie which involves holing up in some plush hotel room for a week while you steam it up and order room service. This post will be devoid of steam. I choose to do this for the same reason we chose to travel incognito with respect to our marriage status: self respect. And to save me from having to find humor in such vulgar statements like: “We will have to replace the bed springs when you leave.” Or “My! You have been rather active this past week haven’t you? And I’m not just talking about just the dirty.” Which comments, I kid you not, we overheard being made to another honeymooning couple.*
For our honeymoon, we decided to make a pilgrimage to
Here is a map of P.E.I. and the approximate locations of our inns. The green circles were locations of interest. We drove scenic roads along the coast as we moved from one location to the next so that by the end of the week, we had seen the entire coast.
So was it all that I dreamed of and more? Pretty much, yeah. I ate amazing food, saw incredible countryside, and was wooed by the slow, relaxed pace of life on the island. They call it “The Gentle Island” for a reason. It is comprised of farm lands and small communities. If you are looking for action and excitement, you must look elsewhere. So what did we do?
We took lots of walks along red and white sandy beaches:
We took many scenic drives:
Saw light houses galore:
Ate up everything Anne:
And enjoyed each others company:
Long walks on singing sands.
Scones and tea at a small tea shop patronized by one other couple much much older. The best cream scones I have every tasted in my life.
Charming chocolate and pottery shops.
A plate of cookies waiting you at the end of the day.
A charming Scottish couple who I wanted to stalk just so I could listen to them All Day.
Glimpses into the past through preserved houses and villages.
Great conversations over fabulous dinners.
So of the five bed and breakfasts’ that we stayed at, I will give you my top three, just in case you find yourself taking a trip to the “Gentle Island” and need a place to stay.
The Raspberry Inn—seriously, the best breakfasts I have ever eaten in my life. Run by a cute young couple. I wished I was that young couple. Small and intimate.
The Hillhurst Inn—in downtown
Mr. F. and I were sad when we had to leave. I am already planning a return trip--Imagine bright colors and brisk temperatures. Follow that with scenes of cozy fireplaces and white snow drifts. To keep me content in the meantime, I will have to revisit through the descriptive language of L.M. Montgomery.