i wasn’t expecting to love italy quite so much. i was there 10 years ago and found it all a bit over the top. i was excited to go shoot this wedding but simultaniously steeling myself against the things i remember about italy that made it seem so obnoxiously italian a decade ago.
but this trip was a delight in all ways. i guess being older i could enjoy italy for what it is this time. last time i was a starving backpacker and could barely afford a cup of gelato so being able to enjoy decent food has probably changed my perspective. also being from an african context allowed me to hit the streets like a local and enter traffic with confidence, leaving a crowd of terrified canadians on the curb behind me. and being almost thirty has rendered me immune to the infamously aggressive advances of italian men. i’d like to think they have all suddenly matured and it’s not my being old that subdued them. could be, right?
but maybe it was the magic of stephanie and colby’s wedding that had tainted my memories and turned italy into pretty much the most awesome country ever. i adored this place, these people, that food.
in the chianti hills of tuscany vows and rings were exchanged before an audience of adoring family and friends. the light was amazing and the vibe relaxed. it was everything anyone could have asked for at a wedding. but with the trump card of italy. and just when i thought it was all too perfect, out came the ukulele….