I can’t decide if I love Milan for its high-end design, attention to detail, and copious amounts of eye-candy or hate it for its pretentiousness and conspicuous consumption. I only had two day to make my snap judgments, but I am leaning towards loving it. For a designer, being in Milan is wonderfully inspiring. Whether it’s walking among the nearly 700-year-old pinnacles and spires on the roof of
Archive for August, 2009
“Young couple from Cincinnati discusses the adventure of moving to another continent. We don’t know why they chose Croatia. However, besides problems with bureaucracy, they are fascinated about life in Split.” The above sentences are the introductory paragraph to a newspaper article about Kelly and I that just ran in this past Monday’s Jutarnji list daily.
I’ve decided that the first dances at the reception are my favorite part of a wedding. It’s the part the makes me feel all mushy and girly inside. I always think back to my own wedding and my heart melts a little. The nervousness from dancing in front of so many people seems to melt away quickly for most newlyweds as they get lost in each other in a special moment truly made just for them.
As the train doors opened we grabbed our luggage and pushed our way forward along with dozens of other tourists and locals. Like most transportation in Italy, the train to Pompeii was standing room only, and you were bound to get to know your neighbor, whether in a conversation or just their body smell. Jay and I quickly stood our ground in a small corner near the entrance and watched