My honeymoon was not an unqualified success. My wife and I landed in Naples in September 1992, with a vague plan to explore the Amalfi coast and what we thought was a tremendous amount of money: not quite £800. Nine days later we found ourselves stuck on Capri without enough cash to pay our hotel bill.
The trip began with purpose. As an American citizen, I had to apply for leave to remain in the UK from outside the country, so our first stop was the office of the British vice-consul in Naples. Our paperwork completed, we approached the remainder of the honeymoon with an odd combination of indecision and abandon. We had yet to determine which of us took charge of the finances in our marriage, so neither of us did. The amount we calculated we’d spent never quite seemed to tally with what was left.
Read More