Honeymoons Worth Telling Your Grandkids About

My wife immediately said, "Don't eat the food," presumably to keep it for our breakfast for the hours or days we would be stuck out on the terrace in the sun. Since eggs get cold quickly, I opted for immediate gratification.

Luckily, sometime later workers came up on the roof several floors below to check out a roof vent or fan. I could only think, "How often is anyone ever on this roof?" We hollered at the crew, using hand signals to try to explain our situation.

Ten minutes later, we watched through the glass doors as the lock on the room door slowly turned and our rescuers entered the room. It's a good thing we hadn't used the inside deadbolt or put out the "Do not disturb" sign, or our dried bones would still be out there.

David Guskin

Potomac

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On the last segment of our two-week honeymoon in Costa Rica, my wife and I drove from the gorgeous Arenal Observatory to Hotel Punta Islita, a secluded resort on the Nicoya Peninsula. We got a free upgrade to a massive Toyota Prado.

On the way to the resort, we found a 50-foot section of the road had washed away into an adjacent stream. I tried another road -- same problem. This is where the real fun began. For the next half-hour, I attempted reversing the mammoth SUV back and forth to get out of the foot-deep mud, while my wife silently panicked and wondered how we would ever get to our hotel. Finally, I got out of the car, sank past my shins in mud and walked back to the nearest town.

Using sign language, I told a local man that I was stuck. He flagged down a friend, and the three of us spent an hour and a half digging mud and placing rocks under the tires. We broke several ropes and shovels, but the SUV wouldn't budge.

One of the men then headed back into town and returned on a cart pulled by two thousand-pound oxen. They pulled the SUV out on the first attempt, and the men made some money for their time, efforts and Costa Rican generosity.

We finally made it to our hotel. The manager offered us a towel, which was just right for my wife. But after seeing me covered in mud with no shirt or shoes on, he offered me a hose.

Mike Hoglund

Arlington