But then I saw the luxury villas. Not only were they much bigger than the standard ones, but they came with their own private pool – and you only go on a honeymoon once, right? Or so I foolishly believed when I booked it.

It’s kind of hard to take the place in, so late in the evening, with my sore, bleary eyes. I think I’ll just get a good night’s sleep, and then explore tomorrow.

We head uphill, to where the luxury villas are. A driveway encased in greenery leads up to a beautiful, long white building with a terracotta-tiled roof. Somehow finding the perfect balance between modern and rustic, the walls are brilliant white, with climbing plants creeping up them and around the arch windows and their white shutters.

To access the villa, you pass through the leafy-green-covered veranda archways, where Savino unlocks my door before ushering me through.

Walking through the door leads us straight into a gorgeous open-plan living area. Immediately there is a kitchen/dining area, with glittering white worktops and a square dining table with just two chairs, one on each side.

Savino shows me up the stairs first, to a mezzanine bedroom. One side of the bedroom is completely open, looking down over the living space. The other is nothing but glass, looking out over an infinity pool, which looks out over the beach. I have a view of the sea that I imagine goes on for miles and miles, because right now, once the beach lights stop reflecting on the water, all I can see is a black-looking ocean, only illuminated slightly by the moon.

The bed, much to my annoyance (although it is a lovely touch) is covered with rose petals and chocolates. There’s a little fridge next to the bed with a bottle of bubbly in it and two glasses on the bedside table. If it’s just for me, I probably won’t need one glass, let alone two.

Back down in the kitchen area, a few steps lead down to a lounge space, where there is a large cream corner sofa, with one side facing the flat-screen TV on the wall and the other facing the bi-folding doors that look out over the pool. The entire back of the villa is nothing but glass; I can’t wait to see it in the daytime.

‘Bathroom,’ Savino says bluntly, gesturing towards a door. ‘And, er, piscina.’

‘Pool?’ I say as he opens the door that leads to the swimming pool, just a small patio’s distance away.

‘Yes, pool,’ he replies. ‘Only your pool.’

Having my own private pool is like a dream come true. Well, think about it. You can do whatever you want, swim laps, drift around on a lilo – it doesn’t matter, because you’re not getting in anyone’s way and no one is getting in yours. And then there’s the added bonus that it doesn’t matter what you look like. You don’t need to suck your tummy in as you walk to the pool or frantically try to make sure your bikini top stays in place as you climb out, because no one is watching. It’s just you, your infinity pool and the horizon.