Over the weekend, Alice and I went on a tropical vacation.

Alright, so it was less a tropical vacation as it was a corn maze and harvest festival — but there was corn, bamboo of the west! Seriously, nothing says the tropics like hiking through a forest and that’s exactly what we did.

When we first showed up to the maze, the very first thing they did was give us maps. I’ll admit it, I’m new to this whole maze thing having never done one before, but doesn’t a map defeat the purpose? We promptly ignored them.

We wandered into the corn, ran away from a few groups of families with kids and happily got ourselves good and lost. Then we started taking pictures left and right, imagining ourselves in a faraway place, not just down the street.

Naturally, I used the opportunity to test the waters with Alice and casually mentioned that we’d be honeymooning somewhere similar. I’m pretty sure she was onto my ruse, ’cause she didn’t flinch in saying that it’d be an amazing trip.

Eventually we made it out of the maze, took some pictures with a monster (it gets scary at night), had some lunch (very tasty, god bless festivals) and bought some pumpkins.

For out first tropical vacation, I’d say I’m pleased with the way everything transpired. No one was eaten by sharks, boats didn’t sink and there weren’t any hurricanes.

Really, how much more can you ask from the tropics?