(That’s what Google Translate says equals “Italy, here we come” so if it’s wrong…my apologies!)
(St. Peter’s Basicilica via National Geographic / by Toyohiro Yamada)
So, after looking over our honeymoon short list, Wolfman and I finally chose an Italian adventure, covering two cities—Rome and Florence. We booked our flights last night and I am SO pumped.
First off, here’s why the other options got the axe:
We met with our venue recently for the first time in about six months. We booked the place really, really early on in our engagement when most people thought we were insane, mainly so I wouldn’t have to compete with people for my date. (Apparently several people have asked about the date at the venue, so ha! I’m not insane!) I figured we could wait until closer to the date to get the nitty gritty details down. It was really nice to see the space again, and remember all of the reasons we fell in love with the place. I still love it so very much.
|Source: Tyra Bleek Photography|
Either way, we were there to try to hammer out the big logistical questions, like when will the ceremony start, when will guests arriving, how long is cocktail hour, what hor d’oeuvres will we serve, who our vendors are, etc, etc, etc.
Once we arrived at Pippin Hill Farm & Vineyards, I nervously frittered about, organizing things in the bridal suite. My MOH and I were there before Jeanne Cusick of Cville Makeup and Elisa of Elisa B Photography, so there wasn’t all that much that we had to do. The rest of the bridal party, Dr. Bridesmaid and Sister Mink, joined us soon after and the venue staff brought the food I had ordered.
Much of the morning and afternoon are a blur. I don’t know what came over me, but I stopped caring about all the details at some point and just wanted to go get married. When sweet Jeanne asked me if I liked something she was doing with my hair or makeup, I wound up looking at my MOH or Elisa. I guess I checked out a bit.