Me, the one whom professed she was "never getting married," who was adament about not having a big wedding, who insisted that there would be no toasts? Well I took part on all of it. I still held onto my feminism: keeping my name, no bridal shower (holdover from dowry times), no father giving me away. And we designed our own day: biking everywhere, small city hall affair, and a rauchus party with lots of great beer. In truth, it went by too fast.
Thankfully, Italy has a way of slowing you down. More on Venice and Vernazza soon.