At Long Last
Our song not only rocks, it swings.
Now, I wouldn’t say I’m in this marriage just for the song, but it is a definite perk. I mean every couple needs a song, right? (Pipe down with those agonizing groans, gentlemen.) Ours is Frank Sinatra’s version of Cole Porter’s “At Long Last Love.” Given the fact that Tom and I married in our forties and didn’t take our honeymoon until the four-and-a-half year marital mark, it seems extremely apropos as well as romantic.
At Long Last We Found Each Other…
At Long Last We Took a Honeymoon…
At Long Last I’ve Found Time to Tell You About It.
This past June/July we carved out ten days while Sophie was at summer camp to celebrate our honeymoon in Italy, and it was divine. It was a fast paced itinerary with many moving parts, but I spent eleven months (essentially 20.8% of the total time we’d actually been married) researching every possible travel detail — which was a joy in and of itself. I loved it! I loved the planning, I loved every morsel of Italy, and most of all I loved sharing it with Tom. It was sublime. This is the Cliffs Notes version of our itinerary:
> Fly into Milan and drive to Verona with a lunch stop at Lake Garda on the way
> Verona – 2 nights
> Venice – 4 nights
> Lucca – 3 nights
> Day trip to Cinque Terre
> Milan – 1 night
I could go on and on and on but for now, why don’t I just show you some pictures. How about a few from each stop on the itinerary? Now before you scroll through them and start to wonder if you’re on the wrong person’s blog, noooo…I haven’t lost my mind or joined a new age juicing cult that precludes me from eating delicious, succulent food. The reason you won’t see any food pics in this post because I have so damn many! They are going to follow in their own dedicated, gastronome gluttony post next week. So for now, at long last, here’s a peek at our Italian Honeymoon. Che bella…
A gorgeous, sun-drenched, delicious jet-laggy lunch. Perfect honeymoon kickoff.
In Verona we enjoyed a darling apartment just off the ever-fashionable Piazza Erbe. We eased into the trip by wandering the banks of the Adige River, popping into the town cathedral, checking out the famous local marine fossils, and attending an opera in the ancient Roman arena.
I literally do not know where to start. I love this exotic, strange, enchanting city on such a deeply personal level. It would seem traveling to Venice is not de rigueur, at least not with countless people we seem to know. For eleven months we told people we were planning a trip to Venice, and then we endured shockingly rude and blunt criticism about this decision. Venice is not an easy city to pop into, I grant you that. But after months of shaking my head in utter confusion at such unsolicited negativity, I’ve decided these people are simply doing Venice all wrong. Which is fine with me, I am not about to turn myself inside out to convince extra people to trample the magical streets and canals of what I think might be my absolute favorite city on planet earth.
We rented an amazing (and reasonable!) Airbnb apartment on a quiet canal with a private garden. We wandered and we got lost and we bobbed on water buses and we ate fresh seafood and we saw fascinating architecture and art. Highlights were the international contemporary art festival, The Biennale, as well as the Peggy Guggenheim Museum. Peggy Guggenheim herself said that Venice is in fact not the ideal place to honeymoon because “to live in Venice or even to visit it means that you fall in love with the city itself. There is nothing left over in your heart for anyone else.” I can see her point but I fell in love with Tom even more watching him fall in love with Venice with me.
So it was a win win.
“To live in Venice or even to visit it means that you fall in love with the city itself. There is nothing left over in your heart for anyone else.”–Peggy Guggenheim
As sad as we were to end our time in Venice, we were quite smitten with Lucca. This was Tom’s request as he wanted a touch of Tuscany mixed in with our Northern Italy agenda. I had never been to Lucca but immediately felt its warm Tuscan charm and relaxed pace. Our first night in town Bob Dylan played a concert in a piazza near us. And our apartment was above the Puccini museum so we enjoyed intimate opera performances outside our window on breezy afternoons…
When Dylan finally came on, I understood less of his lyrics than I did the Italian singer. But this sound was undeniably Dylan…
One lazy afternoon we were awakened from a nap by a hot summer breeze and the sound of opera out our window down in our little piazza. A perk of staying above the Puccini museum I suppose…
We were originally slated to spend three nights in Vernazza, one of the five towns of the Cinque Terre. But at the last minute Tom suggested we switch to Lucca, which of course we absolutely adored. But we decided to venture to the CT on a day trip and had a blast on a boat tour that traveled along the coastline to each of the five towns. We had THE MOST FUN with the people on our boat!
After laboring through every page of Ross King’s Leonardo and The Last Supper in preparation for our one day in Milan, we were pretty much singularly focused on seeing the famous masterpiece. And it did not disappoint; I cried in front of the painting, literally. But in addition to this emotional arty moment, we also wandered through the throngs of people (Milan was the only place that felt crowded to us) and soaked up the high design style of big sexy Milan.
These are but a few highlights of a very special trip. Feeling the wanderlust? For more pics feel free to visit my Instagram @flyfishchick or search our Instagram hashtag #HoneymooningAtLongLast. IT WAS SUCH AN INCREDIBLE TRIP! A beautiful honeymoon. It was almost like a song…