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In other news today, I’m not sure that my Venetian husband is quite ready for life in New Jersey.  Or anywhere civilized, for that matter.  As we are headed to the US next week for real-estate hunting, etc., his new boss sent him an email that said (approximately): “You will be picked up by a limo.  A driver with your name on a sign will meet you”.

About .00003 seconds after receiving that email Pnut forwarded it to me, and this exchange followed:

P: Limo….?

Me:  Could be.  In this case, ‘limo” just means car with a driver, but that doesn’t rule out a real one… they’re sometimes cheaper to rent by the hour than taxi long-distance.

P:  Cool.  Even if it’s a Fiat 500… I don’t care.  I always dreamt to be one of those guys that are waited at airports by people with signs and funny/exotic looking names…

MR PNUT

KING OF VENICE

EMPEROR OF THE LAGOON

 

This would do.

 

Sigh.  At least I’ll have plenty to blog about when we get to the US.

The Pnut and I are, technically, already married.  That is, we have a certificate saying we are married, and we spent some time in front of a judge and four family members last June.  But this October 3, when all of our close friends and family meet up in Val di Mello, is the day that we look forward to.  We know that marriage isn’t easy.  We know that life isn’t easy.  And we are looking forward to the love and support of all of our friends and family on the day that they witness us commit our lives to each other, and during the years to come.  And we look forward to doing this in a place that is holy to us.

Pnut and I have shared some of the most wonderful moments of our time together in Val di Mello.  

That includes the epic when we were caught in the dark on the descent from Luna Nascente, sleeping in a cave on our ropes for warmth and sporking with Heikino. 

Last year, Amy and Filippo celebrated their wedding there.  We have spent so many evenings (and mornings, and rainy days) with our friends at the campsite bar that the owners are like family (which means that -yes- that is where dinner (sans donkey sauce) shall be gobbled down and -yes- there shall be Italian karaoke… again).

Basically, Val di Mello is the most beautiful, most glorious valley imaginable.  The kind of place that brings you to your knees in awe of its inspirational beauty, its kind residents, its sparkling waterfalls, granite peaks and science-friction climbing and bouldering. 

Even if you’re not coming to our ceremony in October, if you’re ever in Italy this is a valley well worth a visit, any time of year.  Be sure to stop by the campsite for an amazing home-cooked meal… and karaoke.