The Honeymoon

Secrecy, also called clandestinity or furtiveness, is the practice of hiding information from certain individuals or groups, perhaps while sharing it with other individuals. That which is kept hidden is known as the secret.

This was the premise of Le Honeymoon Jensen. Captivated by the strong desire to know the location of her post nuptial getaway, Tricia, with the persistence of a morning woodpecker, assaulted Bryan with a barrage of quandaries day after day. Bryan possessed of resolve equal to Tricia's persistence was steadfast in his secrecy.

After much anticipation, the big day came. Bryan and Tricia were married in the Salt Lake Temple after which the Bowens hosted an upscale soiree in the heart of Salt Lake City. Here Bryan's resolve would be tested again and again as friends, family, party-goers, and well wishers questioned, "So where is the honeymoon?" Bryan, willing first to die rather than reveal his information politely replied, "That is privileged information."

The next night Bryan and Tricia were whisked to the airport by their willing chauffeurs to catch their mystery plane. Tensions mounted as the white Volvo hummed into the Delta international drop off area. "Bryan, I demand that you tell me where we are going, post haste!" argued Tricia in front of an audience of luggage couriers. "And ruin the surprise?!" retorted Bryan, "Id rather die!" After quick goodbyes to Bryan's parents, the chauffeur's and luggage couriers, Bryan and Tricia were off to their gate.

"Delta flight 5065," read Tricia. "Departing 1:30 AM to Atlanta?" Tricia's anticipation mounted "A good jump-off point to any Caribbean Island," she thought. The five hour flight crawled to a stop as they touched down on Georgia soil. Now Tricia knew she was close to unraveling the secret.

"CANCUN!!" The revelation came like a jolt of static electricity. Tricia knew that for the next week and a half she would be in paradise.


BACK TO REALITY: Those wishing to avoid an irrelvant jaunt through historical fiction should start reading here.

Our honeymoon was a blast. We found an all-inclusive resort on vacationstogo.com called the Ocean Coral and Turquesa and were treated like royalty for a week and a half. We set out on our adventure from Salt Lake and connected through Atlanta. As the story suggested, our flight departed at 1:30am so when we made our connection we probably resembled zombies to some small degree.

When we got to Cancun we were shuttled to our hotel. Upon entering the lobby in our sweats and hoodies, we felt appropriately out of place. Standard uniform for Cancun was board-shorts and no shoes for the hombres and bikinis for the mujeras. The lobby was breathtaking a huge room with a 40 ft. vaulted ceiling attached to three similar lobbies, each with a fully equipped bar. We also found that the reservations desk had sold our room due to a busy stent and we were therefore upgraded to preferred status and given a suite. We weren't complaining.

For the next week and a half it was BEACH BEACH BEACH. We spent our time soaking up rays, paddling in the kayaks, swimming, and competing in the first ever Cancun Olympics. The events included: sand castle building, a sprint to the ocean and swim around a buoy and back, paddle ball, handstands (both beach and pool) and best tan.

The big excursions included trips to Xplore and Xelha/Tulum, two amazing theme parks minus the theme. Xplore was a zipline park with 14 ziplines, atv's, and an underground river. I think we zipped farther in that day than many people walk in their lives. It was really fun. Xelha was more of a nature park. It had great snorkeling, cliff-jumping, rope walking, and lazy rivering. It also had the best food we ate in Cancun. The highlight of the day for Tricia was seeing the manatees.  She wanted to swim with them, just not $69 worth.

Everything was all-inclusive at the hotel well so we partied hard.  We ate way too much decent buffet food and had dozens of pina coladas (sin alcohol). Other notable adventures included a crappy mexican magic show, a private viewing of Harry Potter 7 part one, and salsa lessons.

Lucky for us, the honeymoon kind of continued on for another month.  Neither of us had jobs or much to do between getting married and moving to Cali.  Thus, we visited friends and family, picked up a new Frisbee golf hobby, played werewolves, went to the pool, and got ready for Cali.  Not a bad life!