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huggeroftrees) wrote2010-06-06 02:59 pm
huggeroftrees) wrote2010-06-06 02:59 pm
I go. I come back!
It took 14 hours to get there but as soon as I saw the stars and smelt the flowers at Arezzo (waiting for the local train for the last bit)I knew it would be worth it. Bless 'em my mates arranged for the local taxi to drive all the way down the hill to pick me up at the station and drive me back up so that they could start drinking. They love me my mates, but they have their priorities right.
:D
And then there was the view and the wine and the brandy and the villa and talking about everything and nothing... (this takes us to 4am on the first night/morning).
Friday midday I wandered gingerly downstairs (they stuck me up in the loft/mezzanine. Nice) wondering if the top of my head was actually going to fall off. Yawning and stretching the sunlight beckoning through the shutters drew one naturally toward the front door where upon the following confused conversation took place.
Very long-standing friend (gravelly): "Good Morning"
TH:"Guys? Why do we have a pool?"
V L-S F: "We have a pool?"
TH: "I think so." (*rubs eyes*) (*azure blue thing is still there*)
V L-S F's Husband: *is poked into climbing out of bed* (it must be explained that the conversation had been taking place down a short corridor and through a half open door as the occupants of the main bedroom were still shunning any kind of light source)
TH: "Does that look like a pool to you?"
V L-S F's Husband - to V L-S F: "We have a pool!"
Cue cluster of brits stood in the doorway squinting out into the sun. It was only due to coffee addiction (and the brightness of the day) that prevented pool exploration until later.
And then it only got better. Ask not about the food. Nobody does a wedding breakfast better than the Italians.
And the DRESS!!! and the prosecco. Oooooh the prosecco.
And the Fireworks.
:)
:D
And then there was the view and the wine and the brandy and the villa and talking about everything and nothing... (this takes us to 4am on the first night/morning).
Friday midday I wandered gingerly downstairs (they stuck me up in the loft/mezzanine. Nice) wondering if the top of my head was actually going to fall off. Yawning and stretching the sunlight beckoning through the shutters drew one naturally toward the front door where upon the following confused conversation took place.
Very long-standing friend (gravelly): "Good Morning"
TH:"Guys? Why do we have a pool?"
V L-S F: "We have a pool?"
TH: "I think so." (*rubs eyes*) (*azure blue thing is still there*)
V L-S F's Husband: *is poked into climbing out of bed* (it must be explained that the conversation had been taking place down a short corridor and through a half open door as the occupants of the main bedroom were still shunning any kind of light source)
TH: "Does that look like a pool to you?"
V L-S F's Husband - to V L-S F: "We have a pool!"
Cue cluster of brits stood in the doorway squinting out into the sun. It was only due to coffee addiction (and the brightness of the day) that prevented pool exploration until later.
And then it only got better. Ask not about the food. Nobody does a wedding breakfast better than the Italians.
And the DRESS!!! and the prosecco. Oooooh the prosecco.
And the Fireworks.
:)