Getting Married in Italy

The road led to Livorno over the weekend, for the wedding of Adam and Clara. Adam is an art crony, currently studying painting restoration in Florence. Clara is his Italian bride, also an artist and clothing designer.

The day began with sunshine and mild weather, and the heat held off until the service was done, so the wedding party didn't melt in their finery. Tradition in Italy dictates that the groom may wear only black, white, or powder blue... Powder blue? Surely not, we all thought, with cringing visions of blue polyester and geeky ruffles. No worries though - Adam wore a lovely white linen suit and looked every bit the dashing groom. Clara made her own dress - nothing close to the traditional meringue it was rumored her mama would have preferred - it was pretty and fun (as is she) and flattered the best of her, as all wedding dresses should.

The wedding was held in the local courthouse, and was a wonder to behold. We gathered informally around as they made their promises in both Italian and English, reciting vows to take care of each other, as well as vows to take care of their children and properties (all traditional Italian vows). They signed the court register, exchanged rings and kisses, and then turned and hugged everyone in the room. Of all the ceremonies I've attended, it was the least formal and the most loving.

The reception included a full multi-course Italian meal (mostly built around the fresh seafood of Livorno's harbor), speeches (inclusively in both languages), a bouquet toss, cake cutting and dancing. They don't toss the garter in Italy, but we improvised and created one for Clara. We danced until we couldn't wear shoes any more, and the music included many crowd pleasing staples like YMCA! Who knew the Village people would transcend cultures and generations?

At the end of the afternoon, we changed outfits and headed to the beach for a dip (sounds like "deep" with an Italian accent!), and then at sundown, out for mussels and pizza. I left the American contingent sampling the restaurant's secret liqueurs at midnight.

What an honor to be part of another culture's customs, and truly, what a wonderful day!