Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Honeymoon in Chattanooga

When my husband and I got married, I was in the middle of grad school and he was a senior in college. Needless to say, we didn't have a lot of money to spend on a honeymoon. We also had no intention to go into debt for a fantastic destination honeymoon either, because let's face it -- our honeymoon priorities didn't involve a whole lot of site seeing.

We married in December near our college campus of Sewanee and had our reception in the student union building. For our honeymoon, we stayed close by and drove down the mountain to Chattanooga.

Our hotel reservations were for a modest room in the a fancy bed and breakfast, now known as The Mayor's Mansion, though at the time it bore the name Adams-Hillborne.  When we walked in, still in our wedding finery, the owner of the hotel was at the desk. She took one look at us, and upgraded our reservations to the honeymoon suite, which was full of lovely antiques and a giant soaking tub.

We spent the next day walking around the art district, drinking coffee, and visiting the local Indian restaurant. The following day it snowed and made the whole place a bit slippery, but beautiful. On the third day, it was time to pack up and drive to my tiny grad student apartment in Tuscaloosa and begin the real work of married life.

I think our brief honeymoon was a preview of how things would continue on. We still rarely travel far from home. We still like antiques, Indian food, and just hanging out together. And my husband and I have frequently recommended to friends getting married, when they've asked for our opinion, that they take into consideration what they really want out of a honeymoon, because often it isn't really about the amazing destination, but the start of a life together.

Linked up with Betty Beguiles' honeymoon discussion.


Anonymous said...

What a delightful post. "Start out as you mean to go on" -- and it sounds like you did :)

Janis Gore said...

We're still working on "Pardon me, boy, is that the Chattanooga choo choo" with Charles Gore.

The name scares him. I think it's too many syllables that don't denote "cute, sweet, handsome bird." Which he can, in fact, say in succession.

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