The honeymooners

When H and I talk about our honeymoon, we normally consider beaches abroad. We both love the beach (although my feelings for it have somewhat diminished, considering I have a perpetual tan now), plus we're both raring to leave the country for a bit again. A local honeymoon wasn't even on our list, until we found out that there's a chance--however slight--that we could possibly spend three blissful days in...Amanpulo!

It wasn't something I ever considered because...well, the rates are kind of...let's say prohibitive for third-world wage earners! (Mikey's answer to that: "Magbenta lang ng isang kabayo si haciendero, pwede na!" Haha.) I don't even have friends who've been there, and have only heard of urban legends of girls getting proposed to by their loaded boyfriends there. Up until yesterday, the place was as real to me as Rivendell. But now, my skin is tingling just thinking about being caressed by Amanpulo sun.

For those who haven't been introduced to the luxurious world of Aman Resorts, they're, like, the ish yo, and there's one right in Palawan. Accessible, geography-wise--but budget-wise? Hmmm. I was weighing whether I would still prefer a honeymoon abroad or one at Amanpulo--the cost would pretty much come out the same. But after seeing this...

And this...

And this...

And this...

And this...

...I'm all for supporting Ace Durano's WOW Philippines initiatives. Suddenly my upcoming Bora trip isn't quite as exciting. And suddenly, a local honeymoon sounds much, much more enticing.

All photos from here.