My late husband and I were married with a big church wedding when we were both only 19 yrs old. His car had broken down the day before the wedding so we had to borrow my brother's car for the honeymoon. After the reception we headed out to the desert and found a seedy little roadside motel where we hung out for three days. Frankly, we were just looking for a bed to lie down in for the first time.
We laughed about it for many years and we had a wonderful life until he died 42 years later.
My currant husband, Steve, planned our wedding and honeymoon. We were on a cruise from Venice to Istanbul, and a week into the trip we were married on the Greek island of Santorini, I guess the remainder of the trip was our honeymoon, although we returned to Europe a month later for a Christmas cruise of the Rhine river.
The honeymoons were so different, but each dear to my heart.