If you were a child of the 90s, the highlight of your week was invariably TGIF, the Friday night television programming on ABC, featuring such gems as Boy Meets World, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Family Matters (Urkel!), and Step by Step. All of these finely crafted shows filled 11 year old Erin with unrealistic expectations about the way the world worked; I could develop magical powers, suspenders and thick frame glasses would never be cool, and eventually I’d find the Cory to my Topanga while having a white-haired mentor follow me from middle school to college (Feeny!).
While I will gladly binge on any of these shows to this day and bask in the nostalgia, Boy Meets World in particular was always one of my favorites. I am beyond excited for the reboot, Girl Meets World, that’s airing next year with all of the original actors/characters. The show felt even more special because the Matthews family lived in Philadelphia, even though we all knew it was filmed in L.A. Even at 11 I was smart enough to know Topanga was too hot for Cory, and I secretly wanted her to be with Shawn, Cory’s orphaned bad-boy best friend (I realize now this is blasphemy). But alas, after dating basically their entire lives, Cory and Topanga get married. And because they hadn’t ever had sex (this was wholesome family fun, after all), Cory was ridiculously excited for the honeymoon, singing, and this has been stuck in my brain for the last 15 years, the word “honeymoon” in a goofy falsetto voice over and over. “HoneymooooOOOoooOOON.” See the clip below, around the 0:25s mark:
Also, the line, “We have been in a relationship for 17 years! LET ME TOUCH SOMETHING!” has me rolling on the floor.
All of this to say that Jamal and I booked our honeymoon and I’ve been walking around saying it like Cory Matthews ever since. After much (MUCH) deliberation, we’re going to…
We’re spending three nights in Athens and six nights in Santorini. We booked our flights, one of which was free thanks to Jamal’s endless supply of airline miles, and the villa in Imerovigli last night. We decided to splurge a bit and rent a private villa nestled into the side of a cave, high above the caldera. There are only three suites total, meaning at most we’ll share the pool with four other people. It comes with a huge, private terrace, two bathrooms, and a free champagne breakfast every morning (I’m assuming there is other food involved, too, but if not I’ll make peace with boozy breakfast). It’s basically heaven on earth:
Now I know what you’re thinking: what is the world’s most sun-averse human being doing booking her honeymoon on a Greek isle? To which I say: give me a floppy sun hat, a big umbrella, a stack of books, and that view. Something tells me I’ll be just fine. I am so excited.
PS. Does anyone have SPF 150 I could borrow?