Yes, please torture me, make me go to Italy for a wedding.
I had to re-learn about weddings. Where I grew up a wedding meant going to a reception at the local church house for fruit punch and cake. And being home by 10p.m.
Now I go to weddings that begin at 2pm with a 1 hour mass, 4-9pm.heavy hors d'oeuvres & cocktails, 9h30 to midnight dinner, and then dancing until 4a.m. Bring back-up shoes. And DO NOT wear a fitted dress.
So for Italy our friends rented a villa. Yes an entire 4 story house. We were puni (punished) and got stuck in the dark and damp maids room on the basement level.
|the marble staircase|
|Our new dog. Who leaves their dog with their rental guests?!|
|our rooftop terrace|
|Luckily I saw this bathroom at the end. Or I would have put up more of a fight!|
And the wedding...