"Snippagio Grandioso"

I am overcome with delirious howls of mirth at the perspective of a grand Blivet....

Hey, guy, here at the moement before you enter a contractual attangement in which the only future selections which will be left to you may be the choice of boxers or briefs (and even that uncertain), in which the risk of great mistreatment, disdain by your in laws to be, freezing out of the connubial couch, and the sort of verbal harassment sure to reduce you to a quivering blob of bleeding flesh is immeasurably high if you tattoo indelibly upon your spouse to be any honeymoon choices without more than substantial prior consulation (or for any other "big decisions"), stop a moment before walking off a steep cliff....

Having both honeymooned and taken several second versions thereof, I can assure you your imagination has gotten ahead of your intellect (and capacity for rational thought).

Then there's the matter (unless you've been cohabiting for an extended period) of the connubial couch and adjustment to using the same toilet facilities (and exercise at its worst when conducted in semi-primitive conditions such as a hole in the floor, a bucket of water and a dipper as may be found in a few Sri Lankan and Malayasian resorts).

Luxury, an absence of insect life, pleny of hot water, and a chance for her to see a bit of the world she has not previously experienced ought to be your bywords. Given the season, I might opt for a small ship cruise to Northern Europe, as my favorite Med ports are often unsalubriously torrid in August. In any case , I'd bookend the trip wiith 2 nights in a apir of luxurious hotels, modest suites with tubs designed for mutual bathing/and find the soap submarine exercises....

The inevitable result of unavoidable activities during tropical beach front honeymoons is an ancient condition known as "Sandf in Crack", AKA "Itching & .....ing".

TMO