Well, what to say! After spending hours at the typographer to choose the wedding invitations (note that for me they were and are completely irrelevant, because I would have preferred choosing the digital wedding invitation! But your mum always has the last word and she has to be satisfied) after I kept sneezing at the florist alias the flower design, because of my chronic pollen allergy, to choose floral decorations, and in the end after spending a pleasant but challenging afternoon to evaluate the super-wow décor that would be the frame of our wedding, I thought I have completed my homework as a diligent bride to be. Not indeed!
I was not even halfway in my to-do list…. Those who know me know that after 4 years of engagement with my beloved and brilliant boyfriend John, an american transplanted for love in the lively and lush Florentine countryside, that in reality my idea of marriage was really something else.
But as often happens, we find ourselves in paradoxical situations, so we need to compromise with family members, the famous nasty relatives. Seriously, my only wish was to finally marry my pacman. Yeah this is how I always loved to call him, since our first meeting at the village’s bar.