Grazie Mille Italia!

I suppose if there is an excuse for missing the daily blog 3 days in a row, then attending the wedding in Italy of my nephew and his Italian bride is quite a good one.

As always with travelling abroad there was plenty of miscommunication leading to hours of hilarious fun. But the main event was a wonderful smorgasbord (or whatever the english/italian word for that is) of celebratory delight. A beautiful cross cultural marriage full of love, laughter and dancing.

The day itself, high in the Dolomite mountains, was very wet and stormy. The Norse gods, the Virgin Mary, The Saints, and Rabbie Burns all smiled down at the moment when rings were exchanged, as a massive peal of thunder rang out. Followed by the church bells.

The eating lasted for ever and the conversations were rich with friendship. In the evening The Italian father of the bride wore a kilt and proffered whisky. The dancing was of course even better as a result of that.

All in all a wonderful day and a special time. And even sitting here waiting for a delayed flight in the Marco Polo airport terminal in Venice (which like any airport anywhere, could in fact be anywhere) I am smiling as I remember the last few days.

Grazie mille Italia! Congratulazioni a Rory e Stefania!