I spent an entire night on the beach in St. Martin making love in the sand under a full moon with a real shipwreck silhouetted at the ocean’s edge near us. I thought this was the max, as I was very infatuated. The next day, covered with no-see-um bites, I had second thoughts.

But then I also had the same romantic feelings nestled in the pure-white sand dunes at the Alamogordo National Park in New Mexico. We buried beer and wine bottles in the pure-white grains of gypsum and they became ice cold, but we were hot, hot, hot. This is a beautiful and magical and very otherworldly place and I don’t think they let people spend the night there anymore. But at the time it was primitive, undiscovered and exotic – and it was only 90 miles from where they exploded the first Atomic Bomb.

I was on my first marriage honeymoon so I thought it was just great!