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That’s amore:
the Williams’ Italian honeymoon
When you’re floating on that 'just married' high, the last thing you want is to be hit by a selfiestick. You need to be in a world built for two. This desire was at the heart of Emma and Logan Williams’ vision for their honeymoon, and why they reached out to Access Italy for support. What follows is Emma's journal from their viaggio d'amore...
FROM PINTEREST
TO PASSAPORTO
Feb 3 - Request phase
Planning a honeymoon while organizing a wedding felt impossible. I had a Pinterest board full of stunning Italian villas and sunset aperitivos, but no idea how to make it happen. Within a few days, the Access Italy team sent us an itinerary that felt like they'd read our minds.
May 12
Among the vines!
We started in Umbria, where our driver navigated the winding Montefalco roads like a maestro.
The Access Italy team had chosen an indipendent boutique hotel tucked among the vineyards, the kind of place you only find through local knowledge. Inside, a handwritten note waited for us, along with a bottle of Sagrantino and fresh tozzetti. That evening we sat on the terrace as the sun turned everything peach and gold.
Logan kept saying, "Is this real?" I didn’t have an answer. I could only smile.
In Montefalco, the team chose a small vineyard property they knew well.
Quiet, personal, exactly right for the first nights of a honeymoon.
Sometimes the difference is simply knowing where to look."
May 14
The truffle hunter
Next morning, we met Andrea and his dog Romolo in the Umbrian hills. Andrea’s family has hunted truffles for four generations and yet he still treats every find like treasure. Romolo dug up a tartufo nero the size of my fist. Andrea just grinned and said: “For your dinner.” Later, a chef came to our villa and taught us to make tagliolini al tartufo. We ate on the terrace under the stars. Logan said it was better than our wedding meal and I gave a quiet nod of agreement.
WHEN PLANS
CHANGE
May 16
We arrived in Tuscany the evening before. By morning, heavy, relentless rain had settled over the hills. Our hot air balloon ride was canceled and I had a momentary 'oh no' moment, wondering if our streak of perfection had finally hit a snag. Access Italy team texted us, she already knew about the weather. By the time we spoke, she had two alternative experiences lined up for us.
We simply chose the one we knew we’d remember forever.
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I teared up a little.
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I know Francesca personally and called in a favor. When Emma texted me photos of their wonky bowls, I knew we had turned a potential disappointment into a core memory.
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May 18
Kisses in Como
The sun returned as we arrived at Lake Como. Our hotel faced the water and our room had a balcony where you could hear the lake lapping below. That evening, Isabella had arranged a private boat tour at sunset. Our captain, Pietro, took us to hidden villages only accessible by water. He told us stories of Hollywood stars and pointed out 16th-century villas. When we passed Bellagio, the sky was pink and Logan kissed me.
After years of working side by side, there’s a level of trust you can’t fake.
He knows the lake like his own hands and understands romance without being cheesy.
I knew he’d give Emma and Logan something quiet and real.
May 20
The best dinner we never ordered
"Trust me on this one”, said Isabella when she booked our final dinner at a family-run trattoria that didn’t have a sign or a menu. I’ll admit I was a little nervous, but of course I shouldn’t have been. The nonna brought us whatever she was cooking - plin with animelle, ossobuco, her grandmother's tiramisu recipe - and sat with us between courses to share stories of love and her late husband. When we left, she hugged us like we were family. “Tornate presto”, she said. Come back soon.
We will.
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CIAO
FOR NOW
The Honeymoon lives on
Logan and I were quiet on the drive to Milan airport. We weren't ready to leave! Italy felt like a secret we got to keep for 10 days. A few weeks later, our ceramic bowls arrived.
Now every morning, as I pour my cappuccino, I’m back in that Tuscan studio — listening to the rain, holding Logan’s hand. We found ourselves talking about coming back one day. Next time, there may be three of us.
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