This post originally appeared as "Dreaming of Italy" on our old blog, Born to be a Bride.
Ever since Josh and I touched down in Dallas after our two-week Italian honeymoon seven months ago, I’ve had repeated dreams (of both the sleeping and waking varieties) about the magic we experienced there. The honeymoon is such a lovely tradition. I know tons of couples who waited six months or even a year to do their big blowout honeymoon, a great way to lengthen the celebration and keep things new. For us, after all the exhaustion, leaving the day after the wedding was a perfect fit.
Ever since I started learning Italian in middle school, Lake Como has held a magical place in my dreams. It was my sincerest wish to make it there one day, and what better day than right after your wedding? Josh planned a spectacular trip for us. There’s still so much of Italy I want to see — Rome, Venice, and more than just the outlets in Milan, to name a few. But our Lake Como — Lake Maggiore — Tuscan Coast stay was perfect for a couple of American honeymooners looking for sun, water, wine, and pasta di riso (who said a Celiac can’t have fun in the carb capital of the world?).
Today, it’s chilly outside and my mind is wandering to that Tuscan sun that browned me up in no time. Since the honeymoon is all I can think of, and Joshy and I don’t plan to return to Il Pellicano until our two-year anniversary, I thought I’d take you on a little trip with me down Via Ricordi (that’s “Memory Lane” to you).
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