I am blessed in this life. I love, and I am loved. Earlier this month, I flew thousands of miles to see love, to see one of my best friends Cheri get married. And it was while I was miles away from home that I had a torrid, scandalous love affair with the greatest love of my entire life…
Anyone who knows me knows that my favorite pastime is eating. And anyone who doesn’t know me can only imagine what happened when I traveled to Italy earlier this month… I feasted my big fat heart out. If you vacation overseas while on a diet, then
you’re living a nightmare you’re not really on vacation. Because when you are truly on vacation like I was, all control, restraint, the MyFitnessPal app, and restrictions go out the Mini Cooper window. I was free to order anything and everything on the restaurant and cafe’ menus that I wished to taste. Veal scaloppine with mushrooms. Risotto with artichoke. Prosecco. Melon wrapped in prosciutto. Fresh mozzarella and tomato. Fernet Branca and cola. Brioche and pistacchio granita. Cannolis. More Prosecco. Caponata. Pan-fried sea bass. Limoncello. Arancinette. Mushroom flan. Double espresso. Another bottle of Prosecco.
In those moments, who cared about caloric intake? (I obviously cannot flaunt that question ten years from now, or currently to my primary physician.) Who cared about the amount of Euros being shelled out? I was in m#thaf$cking Italy
bitch, and I was going to take full advantage of this wonderful opportunity to enjoy the culinary orgasms. There were times I left the dining table so completely stuffed and ridiculously full, that the few steps to the elevator up to the hotel room seemed comparable to climbing Mount Etna. Dining in Italy was an evangelical foodie revival, and sharing those moments with friends, family, and loved ones was magical, especially when the sole reason any of us being there was to celebrate love.
There are few people that anyone in their lives would go out of their way, and cross the globe for. My dear friend Cheri is one of my few. After all, I was right there the very first time she met her new husband Michael nine years ago in Chicago. I had invited Cheri to fly to the windy city to meet my friends Gina and Neil, and Michael happened to have been visiting Gina from Los Angeles that same weekend. Here we were nearly a decade later sitting across from one another at a dining table inside of a castle in Sicily for their wedding. It was just meant to be.
Just as everyone who traveled to Cheri’s wedding was meant to be there.
So many stories were shared. So many stories were told. So many new friendships and bonds were formed. The most touching moment of the entire trip, and one of the most touching moments of my entire life’s existence was Cheri’s Uncle Junior’s toast to the newlyweds. Perhaps it was his strength during the darkest moment in life that inspired me while he proclaimed how important it is to love and to be loved, but I was moved. I was moved to tears.
Whether love padded our midsections and caused planned wedding outfits not to fit. (Thank God for backup outfits!) Or whether the love was through stories shared at 1am over hysterical laughter, and endless glasses of wine and champagne… that entire week in Italy, we were all surrounded by love …and pasta.
Congratulations to Cheri & Michael. I love you both.
If I ate my heart out in Italy, then I drank and danced the rest of the time in London. My European adventure continues in London… STAY TUNED for my next post coming soon! TO BE CONTINUED.
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“Diamonds” by Lane 8 featuring Solomon Grey: I also had a love affair in my earphones with this song while traveling… If seduction had a sound, it would sound like this!