Rich and I got engaged in May 1992 in Cancun, Mexico.  While we were enjoying the sights, or even just walking around our hotel surroundings, there were men standing outside of clubs and restaurants trying to persuade us to come inside.  They all shouted the same thing in their thick, Mexican accents.

“Hey! Honeymooners!  Come check it out!”

We must have heard that at least 2,000 times during our week stay in Cancun.  It always made us laugh.  They assumed every couple were “honeymooners”.   I guess “honeymooners” to them just meant two people holding hands.