The first step to an amazing honeymoon is getting there. Help us jet set to Europe on a private plane...wait, we were dreaming - more likely a couple of middle seat in coach.

Once we get to Lisbon, we'll need a place to stay. Since hostels aren't really our jam, help us book lodging fit for a honeymoon.

We're bound to have a few lazy mornings that meander into brunch. Help us keep our brunch game strong and once again gluten free.

We'll be renting a car in Portugal and adventuring through the countryside. We assume driving in Europe will be easy, just like driving around Fall River or Minneapolis. On second thought, you guys may want to contribute a little extra for any tickets we may incur.

After we leave Portugal, we'll be heading to Rome. Once again we'd prefer not to be vagabonding it on the streets. Help us stay in style.

Help us dine like true Italians, with course, after course, after course of delicious fresh made food. Hold the gluten, of course.

After Rome, we'll be heading down south for some more fun in the sun at the Amalfi Coast. Help us stay somewhere with a great view and some amazing lounge chairs. Jason loves a good lounge chair.

Who wants to walk when you can bike? Help us stay fit and well informed on this cycling tour of Lisbon.

Honeymoons are for toasts and celebrating. Help us celebrate with some bubbly and berries. To be perfectly honest, the bubbly is mostly for the bride and the berries are for the groom. That's how we roll.

Food allergies be damned, we'll be on the hunt for super romantic dining opportunities that don't come with unwanted side effects.

After exploring Lisbon we'll be heading south for some relaxation by the beach. Our main goal while here, will be to perfect the art of napping in the sun. Help us stay somewhere with some good lounge chairs.

It wouldn't be a proper honeymoon without something grossly romantic like a couples massage. Help us stay limber and relaxed while having the time of our lives.

Help us have a truly Roman holiday with a scooter rental. Come to think of it, we should also register for travel health insurance to pay the doctors bill when one of us falls off.

Wait, no. Tickets to see Russel Crow? Or the Colosseum where Russel Crow used to fight? Something like that. Someone help us out.

Well, when we say meet the pope what we really mean is, tickets to stand in line to get into the Vatican to then be shuffled through St. Peter's Basilica, into the Sistine Chapel to ogle the priceless ceiling for precisely 3.8 minutes and then be shuffled off to St. Peter's square where we may catch a glimpse of the Pope on his lofty balcony a quarter of a mile away...if we're lucky. So yeah, tickets to meet the pope!!

Doesn't this look amazing?! Help us charter a yacht to Capri, or more likely a small skiff with a few oars.