Honeymoon in Italy

My wife and I went to Italy on our honeymoon. When we returned she created one of those photo books online. Once she finished most of the grunt work she asked me to write an introduction for the front. This is what I wrote:

Honeymoon in Italy

A few hours earlier we left Rome; a city haunted by memories and history. The Coliseum, the Pantheon, The House of Caesar Augustus; these things previously existed as legend but were made real. They had been seen, touched, inhaled and admired.
The last few days had touched us. We had walked tree lined Italian streets. Each day we stopped to enjoy a new bottle of wine at another perfect sidewalk Café. Tiny bowls of snacks and bottles of Prosecco became our companions. It was our honeymoon and we enjoyed each other.
We reflected on these things as our driver teetered precariously on the cliffs; winding through streets which looked too narrow for a single car, let alone the truck passing us and thirty seven scooters which buzzed around our car like flies. Cameras in hand, we tried to digest the view, it was stunning on all sides: from passing Mt. Vesuvius to rounding the corner and….
There she was: our golden dome, our town, our love, our Positano. She balanced on the cliffs. No, she nestled in the cliffs, she was a part of the cliffs and for a time we were a part of her.
A canopy of flowers hung lackadaisically over its wooden frame, fumigating the walk with romance. The Hotel Buca di Bacco; our home. Our balcony gave us lasting memories of sun soaked cliffs and crystal water; of ancient towers and modern fireworks. We met friends and ate food, we discovered wine and wisdom and beauty. But most of all we discovered each other. What Rome gave us in reverence, Positano matched in Love. This was our Honeymoon in Italy and part of us will never leave.