Many people go to the Maldives on their honeymoon. I got married at the back end of COVID-19, and while the island nation was high on our holiday hot list after restrictions lifted, overseas travel wasn’t immediately an option.
Our actual honeymoon in December 2021 was a rained-out few days on the NSW south coast. Both of us are surfers so this could have been a laidback trip in old stomping grounds where I learned to stand up; were it not cut short when the Airbnb flooded. That less-than-idyllic experience has been a source of much laughter and many pub stories since. It also provides an impressive dichotomy, and low benchmark to vault over, when we finally do paddle into the shimmering walls of the Indian Ocean two years later.
Sparks fly
For context, my goofy-footer husband and I – a natural-footer – dated for 10 years before we
