![]() The wine had begun to flow and the din of longtime friends and close family sent an electric buzz throughout the room. Both bride and groom beamed and their vows were made even sweeter with the heartfelt words of their officiant.Īs the guests filed into a long hall adjacent to the brick patio, they quickly took their seats. A handmade arbor adorned with seasonal flowers served as the ceremony’s centerpiece that is, until the bride walked out of course. The ceremony, it turned out, was beautiful-the rolling hillsides offered the perfect backdrop of olive groves, and the smell of freshly cut grass from the well-manicured lawns surrounding the villa filled the air. ![]() But, in a last-minute caution-to-the-wind swipe of the Amex, my wife and I figured we could at least make a vacation out of it-see some sites, eat pasta and cannolis, and, worst case scenario, we’d content ourselves with more than a few topped-off glasses of Chianti at the reception. In fact, we initially planned on not going to the destination wedding at all considering the social desert we might’ve found ourselves in, to say nothing of the expense just to get there. Other than the bride and groom, we didn’t know anybody else at the wedding. We found two white, well-cushioned seats at the end of a row, and patiently waited for the ceremony to begin. ![]() We stepped out of the Uber, said a quick “ Grazie” to the driver, and followed the signs to the exterior patio. A lush green ivy had overgrown much of the white stucco exterior walls of the villa in an elegant, not creepy haunted mansion sort of way. A little less than half an hour before the ceremony began, my wife and I arrived at an oversized villa in the Italian countryside two hours outside of Rome.
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