Well, I wasn’t planning on posting any photos from my wedding or honeymoon, but due to requests from my blogger buddies as well as a handful of my former guests who have stayed in our apartments, I’m caving in and sharing a few from my wedding day. I usually don’t put anything about my personal life on the blog because I like to keep to the Rome (and Italy) only theme, but hey, we are talking about a wedding in Rome, so I guess I can make an exception…just this once… I mean, had I seen it with my own eyes I would have taken photos for you guys to talk about “this girl who was walking down my street to get married…” so…
And yes, I walked down my street to the church. Usually about a 10 minute walk, but we went extra slow because at 10 am when the ceremony was supposed to start, we got word that there were “technical difficulties” at the church. (I later found out that this meant there weren’t any guests yet.) Tell the Italians your wedding is at 10 am if you want them to show up at 10:30. So, it was at a snail’s pace that we made our way to Santa Maria in Trastevere, in my opinion the most beautiful church in all of Rome.
Quite the memorable experience getting to walk, especially given that I was blessed to have about 25 or so American relatives and friends following me, as well as a few of my closest Italian friends as well. The rest were waiting in the church… eventually!
Um, basically when the photographer had me stop here to take some shots, what you don’t see is the main street of my neighborhood, Viale Trastevere, to my right. Where a large garbage truck was passing by and then slowed to a stop, with two guys around my age inside. They started yelling over to me: “Auguri! Auguri!” (like congratulations or best wishes). When they saw I spoke Italian as I yelled back a thanks to them, they got on a roll and yelled back to tell me that it still wasn’t too late, and did I want to run away with them in their garbage truck?
I hollered back that under normal circumstances I would, but unfortunately on this particular day I wasn’t dressed appropriately. Laughs and smiles were had by all (minus my puzzled relatives), and another runaway bride episode was thus averted.
Only in Rome, people, can you be hit on by garbage men on your way to the altar. Can’t beat that!
Chances are good that if you pass by the “Fontanone” on the Gianicolo Hill on a Saturday or Sunday anytime from morning to mid-afternoon, you too might spot a newly married couple taking photos. It’s a great place for them, and speaking of it, I just saw a couple there as we drove by this afternoon.
Now. If I ever get around to it, I plan to write a series of posts about all the bureaucratic nonsense you have to go through just to get to the altar. It’s Italy, so getting through the red tape is the hardest part! I took a couple gem photos, even one inside a public office which I am sure must be punishable by death, but you see, for blogging, my courage knows no bounds.
And I just want to say thank God you only plan a wedding once.
Or do you?
When I mentioned this as I was hanging out chatting to my friend and hairstylist Alberto at his salon about a week or so before the big day, he was working on a woman’s hair and she heard this and looked at me from the mirror with a steely glare and said, deadpan, “Non è detto.” (Not necessarily.)
Um, yeah. Not exactly the best thing to say to a soon-to-be bride. But funny Roman spirit all the same. Don’t ever expect a Roman to hold back what he or she really thinks…
In any case, should you be planning to get married in Rome as well, I HIGHLY recommend these friends of mine:
Hair and makeup: Alberto at Laboratorio Figaro, Via dei Conciatori 22 (Testaccio), Tel: 06 5758099
Photography: Massimiliano Uccelletti, www.maxu.it
Flowers: Rosa Manzone, Via della Settima Coorte 7 (Trastevere), Tel: 06 5815387