The Wedding Part 4 - The Reception

When we all piled back into the bus to head off to the reception, we once again climbed higher and higher on a mountain. Just like the night before Castello di Montesarchio loomed constantly in the distance. This time we seemed to be seeing the castle from a different side. Once you take me out of the grid system of Manhattan I lose all sense of direction so I'm not sure where all the places we had been in the last 48 hours where in relation to each other. I only know the castle was ever present.

When we arrived at the reception hall, it seemed to be very much what you might expect in the United States, but you only needed to look at the view during the outdoor cocktail hour to be reminded where you were. Once inside the feast began. I believe the dinner consisted of 10 courses. Once again I hope someone can post the menu because I don't remember specifics.

In between the courses there was wine, music, dancing, laughing, crying, fireworks and a Venetian hour that began at 1:00 AM.

When the evening was finally over and morning was quickly approaching, we took our seats in the bus for the drive back to Il Feudo with a sense that we had shared something precious and unique. Grateful and tired, we looked forward to what was ahead. The next day we would share another experience that would reach back in time to remind us of our common bonds.

Ron