Finally, it was the big day. This meant having to shave, dig up my wedding shirt out of my backpack (wrinkled, but not too bad, most of the wrinkles in straight vertical lines anyways). Did wonder what moron decided that wearing a black shirt at a wedding in sunny Italy would be the convenient thing to do.

Teamed up with all the guys and Kimberley at the main square to drink a beer and watch people. (We were all without any useful tasks in the pre-wedding process, while all the other girls were busy with make-up, hair and flower arrangements.)

Attended the wedding. The short version of that:"Both of them said yes, they're now husband and wife". (The long version envolves wedding dresses, suits, crying babies, photographers and the odd rapier swishing soldier (okay, made up that last one))

After that Dan and Crissy took off for their photo session we had a drink and then eventually all got together for dinner. Had enormous loads of food thrown at us, drank large quantities of wine and mainly had loads of fun. Left the restaurant so filled with food and drink that we could hardly move. The last sight we had of Mr and Mrs. Denker was them leaving the central square in their wedding outfit, holding hands, while we were walking away.