A bit 'of pictures scattered about a weekend spent in Sardinia to go to the wedding of my cousin.
The trip, which is now faster, more beautiful and even on ships equipped with electrical outlets, which then allows me to use the PC on the road to watch a little 'and the return of accumulated standard also write a bit' (just to explain that it takes me to a post on a journey of 5 hours by boat). Arriving with the Sardinia that greets me as usual with the smell of that rock rose, although not exclusive island, is the feeling that makes me understand that I am in the region, followed immediately by the sight of bare land, that is too typical Sardinian countryside, it is recognized even if you go in winter, with the rocks that stand out on the bullies green, reminding him that much, in the hot season, will again be the majority.
make me welcome, dead tired, to grandmother's house, downstairs in the house of the bride, and find that you use at night before marriage, do the "serenade" to keep awake the residents of the house (and neighborhood) with shouts, horns stage, SUVs, trucks and farm equipment, as well as toast and "cumpidonzu," a term that indicates that such examination comfort items that accompany: the two are inseparable, united in the ritual that provides continuous insistence on the part of homeowners and at least three waste from previous guests.
Marriage, seen from inside the house of the bride, is something overwhelming and chaotic, with thousands of people who organize and order, and none fully satisfied with the way things are. It looks like the policy, but with a happy ending.
I have found to bear the full even in the hot Sardinian, even at mid-day (but no tie, which did not even wearing the bride's father). The ceremony
(strictly religious) was affected by the pastor, just as nasty, which, in order: an overview on young people who did not go to church (and then you will understand why), said that religion does not offend the 'intelligence and logic, and then immediately talk about gay marriage as one might speak of intergalactic travel and define gays "sick", needlessly dwell on why a candle had fallen behind the candlestick (and I swear that if it was a metaphor, had sex), scold friends of the couple because they had, come out even before the newly-married couples, drawn from the rice and confetti inside the church at this point was taken by the hand of God, who, as she spoke, she pulled the handful of rice in my face (it was a beautiful scene, and I filmed everything).
For lunch, there's something to explain? Three hundred guests, I even at the table of the couple, although set back, indefinite number of courses, suffice to say that I had to give up the edges and the second plate of meat (the double portion of roast piglet me almost straight), and I also had to reject a seadas with honey, in favor of the wedding cake. The summary is that I think I have recovered the lost two kilos in the last two months (of course victims of stress, not my will).
The next morning (this morning, actually), I left it was still night, with the doubt of being late for check-in to the ferry, so I made the road race, competing with the dawn, passing the night new moon, through the moment when you realize that you can recognize the heavens from the earth, passing through the light that illuminates the side of the road (and the dog looking at me from the side, then I hope I have not crossed, it was a suicide) , up to the pier to watch the sun that rises from the sea, and there I realized that even a delay of fifteen minutes Time of shipment, I could not arrive at the right time.
