I'm married. The wedding was perfect and I love being married to Matthew. It's amazing how you can be so scared of something that is so blissfully wonderful. Matthew is a perfect husband, which makes it easy. After only 2.5 weeks, it's incredible how much more I love him than I did the day we got married. Here are some wedding photos:
but we made eternal covenants. We will be married to each other forever. I think this is one of the more tender parts of my religion.
We were lucky enough to be able to go to Barcelona and Rome for our honeymoon. And we were especially lucky because we didn't get stuck in Heathrow like 10,000 other people did during that week.
Barcelona was beautiful. The whole city was a distinct mix of varied architectural styles and it was all very art-centered. We ate some amazing food there and bought almost 2 kilos of candy (all of which is gone already). We spent Christmas Eve at Midnight Mass. The people there were unbelievably kind and friendly and welcoming. They were beside themselves with excitement that we were there. The Priest himself came to us and said (more or less since neither of us speak Catalan) "It makes me so happy to see such young people attending church." I almost cried I was so touched. It was wonderful to feel the love of Christ and charity from these people, especially on Christmas.
|Xurro and Xocolate (Catalan for "The best thing EVER!")|
|My husband, feeding pigeons. He then informed me that I would make him the happiest man alive if I bought him a pigeon as a present. No way.|
|Delicious paella. It was so good going down -much worse coming back up several hours later. Matthew was a good husband and stayed up with me until I could fall asleep again. We watched Catalan dubbed "Saddle Club".|
|These photos are very out of order so bear with me. This is a photo inside St Peters Basilica early one morning.|
|Outside the Capitol building. It was built right next to the original Roman Forum in homage to its first capitol buildings.|
|Our favorite Gelati place. We went there every day (sometimes twice a day). Pistachio was THE BEST. Followed closely by Blood Orange.|
|Outside St. Peter's in the early morning. Rome really doesn't wake up until almost 9 am.|
|Best pizza ever. Again, we came back almost every day.|
|Rafael's tomb. Yes, Rafael.|
|Here's the long line I was talking about. At its peak, it almost went all the way out of Vatican city.|
|No explanation needed.|
|The man who made our delicious pizza.|
|Tiramisu. It was even better than I thought it would be. And it was absolutely worth 7 Euro.|
|Remus and Romulus. We bought one of these statues for our house.|
|Colloseum. There is too much to say about it. It is bigger than you can possibly imagine and the whole time we were there we wanted to watch Gladiator.|
|In the massive ruins of the ancient city Palantine we found an orange orchard. The oranges were so golden and beautiful and plump. They were, however, really gross.|