The journey does indeed begin...
It actually started on a bus that was packed with young mums barely a day over 20 with their babies in prams. Each baby suckling on sticky pink lollipops, add to that the aroma of day old McDonald's and you pretty much have all you need to imagine my bus journey.
I am now on the train to London; anticipating what is to come out of this journey to Rome. It has worked out as a short weekend holiday but the whole purpose of the trip is to attend my good friend's wedding which will take place in Santa Marinella.
I am looking forward to it particularly with it being on the coast. I imagine sunshine, dancing, seafood and overflowing wine with festivities going on until midnight.
This is by no means my first Italian wedding however. I have been to one before in the north of the country. I remember it quite vividly; the Latin ceremony in a medieval cathedral, the reception in a rustic country house with a most amazing feast, folky guitar songs and jazz afterwards. The most memorable taste of all the delicious foods was actually a palate cleanser. It arrived as a light green concoction in a cup. I do not fully remember its full taste but I remember at the time being amazed by the sensation on my tongue; lemon, cream, light, refreshing all in one mouthful. I wonder if I will cone across something like that again. I will keep you posted...