For our 10th wedding anniversary, Nate kindly asked if he could plan a surprise vacation. I couldn’t imagine anything more romantic—until I remembered that I was a control freak who obsessed over destination spreadsheets and type-A trip documents.
But of course, I obliged.
Nate explained that I’d learn the destination of our trip AT THE AIRPORT and gave me nothing more than a suggested packing list.
On the day of our departure, we got in line at Emirates Airline and the gate agent excitedly said, “You’re going to Vietnam!”
It turns out that my husband planned the perfect trip—in fact, it was still one of our best vacations to date and we’ve traveled together a lot. He managed to sneakily order a visa, find out my vaccine status, and book two weeks' worth of hotels, tours, and transportation to a country I’d dreamed of visiting for years. He was the one who curated those spreadsheets, made the reservations, and created list upon list in order to deliver the ideal getaway.
We spent two weeks buzzing around on scooters in Saigon, splashing in the blue-green waters of the South China Sea, and slurping herbaceous bowls of steaming Pho and drinking cheap beer on tiny tables in Hanoi. Some days were planned with adventures; but most were left up to what we’d like to do on a whim, because, ironically, he planned it that way.