So it's almost 3 months until we get hitched and about 8 weeks until we leave Oz for Italy.
Here's the thing not only do we have a wedding to organise in another country and to organise our lives so that we can travel for the next 3 months with ease but we also run a small business (and planning to start another on our return) so we're also busy cutting the apron strings, quite literally given we run a food manufacturing business.
A little freaked out/stressed/busy?... actually not really. Although I like to pretend like I am totally stressed and so very busy, it's the Leo drama queen in me, I actually love a challenge as does my partner in crime (insert introduction to the man I am planning to marry in 13 weeks, 3 days, 21 hours, 30 minutes and 1 sec.. oh make that no sec.. oh make that 29 minutes and.. oh you get my point) 'The Turk'. Given the nickname (by moi) not for his heritage or his love of Turkish delight/coffee/bread but for the fact that he looks like the actor who played 'Turkish' from the movie Snatch (Jason Statham, goggle him, it's uncanny!). I may have had a slight obsession with this movie/actor and that is how we came to meet but that, dear reader, is a story for another time and place.
The plan for May to August 2012 looks a little like this:
Early may, leave for Italy. Head to Parma for a food show (not only do we own a food business, but we are big foodies and needless to say a lot of this blog will be on restaurants/meals/markets etc)
Then we head to Positano on the Amalfi coast, our wedding destination. Fingers crossed that all the people we have paid deposits to and organised our wedding with will actually exist. This is probably the only part that could actually stress us out!
After our wedding some of our friends have hijacked our honeymoon and are coming with us down to Sicily. After eating, drinking and soaking up as much of the Sicilian sun as one can bear we are off to northern Italy where we will be greeted by a big, fat WICKED camper. Yep you read right, one of those dodgey, spray painted vans that in Australia are infested with sun burnt backpackers who I'm sure have more things living in their hair than I care to know about. The Turk has assured me that the vans in Europe are better than the ones in Oz. This is yet to be verified. I am scared not only for the safety of my hair but also for our sanity. Is this possibly the easiest way to end a marriage before the honeymoon is over? We are to call this van home/hotel/restaurant for the next two months whilst travelling through Italy, France, Spain, Switzerland, Germany, Czech Republic, Austria, Hungary, Serbia, Croatia, Slovenia and Slovakia. Thankfully we've invested in a GPS, this should help to give our marriage a head start and keep the divorce papers at bay... for now.