When we first started thinking about our honeymoon, we wanted to go away right after our wedding for a nice, long break. At the time, we also had no idea that we’d be making a major move down South for my new job, which threw our logistics off but which also meant less vacation time for me since I’d be starting it halfway through the year. We weren’t sure what to do, but we did know that, after the spring and summer we’d just had, we weren’t willing to skip our honeymoon altogether. In the end, we booked three nights at Little Palm Island in the Florida Keys, a tranquil little slice of paradise that we visited last year and loved. The tiny island is accessible only by boat and is populated by thatch-roof bungalows with jetted tubs, outdoor showers, and giant king-size beds draped in frothy mosquito netting (the beds are so high off the ground that step stools are placed at either side so guests can climb in). What the island lacks, gloriously, is TVs, thumping nightclubs, loud music, and just about any sign of life besides other guests, staff, birds, geckos, and a few adorable key deer. After just three days and nights of fabulous meals, long naps by the pool, paddle-boarding, boating, and two soul-soothing spa treatments apiece, we found ourselves feeling surprisingly refreshed and relaxed, if just a touch reluctant to return to the real world after the best week ever.