Birds are singing and bees are buzzing – love is in the air. As in America, summer is the season of love, and with that love, comes marriage, and before you know it, a baby carriage.
Oh, wait. I got ahead of myself.
Anyway, you might remember a few weeks ago when I was lamenting over a dress I needed for a wedding. Well, I stuffed my chunky butt into that dress and headed on up to Benevento for my first experience, not only at an Italian wedding, but as an Italian testimone.
And, we had a BLAST.
After a five hour drive, ahem, with a broken AC, we arrived in bellissima Cepelone. The beautiful sposa, whose Belgian-born daddy is also a famous contractor lives just beneath a medieval castle. This picture doesn’t do it justice.
What a fest!
Nine o’clock came early the next morning, when we met again at the bride’s family’s home. Everyone went out of their way to make us feel welcome, and someone even made me a cup of American coffee!
I was only the witness, but I felt like a princess when the hairstylist came down and offered me her services…of course, I also felt like Raggedy Ann, since I had, indeed already done my own hair…but I let that slip and accepted her offer!
The bride and groom were all smiles as they exited the church, but many of the guests, myself included, were in tears.
At the reception, I enjoyed a few more Italian “firsts.”
– I ATE 11 courses that spread out over six hours!
– I danced a traditional Napoletano wedding dance with the bride’s father.
– I sang along to Italian karaoke.
Unlike some Italian weddings where the bride and groom sit alone at a sweetheart table, the sposi invited us to to the head table.
In the end it was a long day, twelve hours of wedding joy, to be exact.
But, it was a good day. A magical day. I feel honored to have been included in this special occasion and grateful to have been selected as one of their testimone, even if I was in a big, ole yellow dress!