Wedding reboot: Making friends in ways I can’t begin to imagine

My wife and I celebrated our sixth wedding anniversary yesterday. Following our wedding, I wrote about some of the more memorable moments and posted them on a blog that no long exists.

In light of our anniversary, I’ve decided to re-post some of those wedding memories here as a means of preserving them as well as sharing them with readers.

Today’s post was written during our honeymoon in Bermuda. __________________________________________

It’s been six days and Elysha now knows every employee at the hotel by name.

Sam
Tico
Gerald
Mildred
Candice
Sharon

And these are only the employees that I can keep track of. The funny thing is that I am never around when she learns these people’s names.

I don’t know how she does it.

Some guy who I had never seen before came up yesterday to deliver our breakfast on the porch overlooking the pool.

“Hi Tico,” she shouted as he approached.

Yesterday we were heading off to the Bermuda Underwater Exploration Institute, a fantastic museum just outside Hamilton. As we passed another employee in the hall, she shouted, “Hi Sam!”

I swear that we’ve been together every minute of our honeymoon, and as far as I could tell, this was the first time that I’d ever seen the guy, yet it was as if she and Sam had known each other forever.

This is the same woman who once got lost exiting a restaurant even though  the front door was visible from our table.

I don’t get it.

Update:  Elysha just informed me that the correct spelling of the man's name is not Tico but Teko.

No, the employees don’t wear name badges of any kind.

This is getting stranger by the minute.

This is getting stranger by the minute.

Wedding reboot: Talent discovered off the coast of Bermuda

My wife and I are celebrating our sixth wedding anniversary today. Following our wedding, I wrote about some of the more memorable moments and posted them on a blog that no long exists.

In light of our anniversary, I’ve decided to re-post some of those wedding memories here as a means of preserving them as well as sharing them with readers.

Today’s post was written during our honeymoon in Bermuda.

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Elysha and I went snorkeling this morning.

One of the ways to prevent your mask from fogging up is to spit in each eyepiece, wipe it around, and then rinse it with seawater. It actually works well.

I was watching Elysha as she was bobbing up and down in the Atlantic, trying to spit into her mask and said, “You’re not a real good spitter, are you honey?”

She then spat at me instead.

Turns out I was wrong.