My Big Fat Roman Weddings
I can’t say definitively that photos don’t exist of the evenings that are the subject of this post. They’re probably out there somewhere: shots of the family gathered in the garden to commemorate the big day, or party guests clinking glasses on a terrace with the rooftops of Rome glowing behind them. And me, popping up in the middle of it all, like a mushroom on a green lawn, or a satellite disc sticking up right in front of the dome of St. Peters.
But I don’t have those photos, and I’m not seeking them out. So this week’s post is audio only— a dispatch of my adventures on the nuptial circuit in the land of Grande Amore.
Oh my this was a delight! I had to put my morning coffee down though because I was laughing so hard I was sure I would spill it on my just laundered white sheets (the only thing in the house that not covered in that insidious layer of construction dust)
OMG!!! I finally had a chance to listen to this, and I'm still smiling! I loved listening to you read... or should I say, perform this! You really brought the story to life! Keep it coming!!