We married exactly like we always dreamed, in an ancient place, impregnated with a thousand-year old history, and this way we made our love part of history too. How fun showing the pictures of our wedding to our children will be, while they point at our leather sandals, my wife’s linen chiton, our relatives’ draped tunics in red and green. To us, they will be emotional, unforgettable memories of a day in perfect harmony with our essence, with our passion for history and our Tuscan roots.
The stone church of San Giusto Nuovo, beyond Volterra’s walls, observed the ceremony’s development silently, enclosing all the wisdom donated by the past centuries. The olives, eternal symbols of peace, were the first thing we saw exiting, a good auspice to our new-born marriage.
Vineyards and olive groves accompanied us to the coast of Populonia, the only Etruscan city by the sea, and remained distant to watch us having lunch on the beach, surrounded by our guests. The waves played with the grains of sand calmly and the Tuscan breeze filled our lungs. We decided to go to Baratti, ancient landing point for the iron trade from Elba island, just in time for a marvelous sunset on the gulf. We chose the banquet’s dishes, fresh fish, farro soups and red whine in clay pitchers, carefully: every particular had to recall the Etruscan past. Because of this, music filtered through the traditional lyre and double barreled flute and we ended our night gifting the dancing guests with copies of Evening shadow, the silhouette of a Etruscan boy, from a horse-drawn cart.
Today the Baratti and Populonia Archaeological Park awaits us, so significant to us and that we are never tired of seeing again. At every visit, a new detail emerges to our eyes and starts playing with our fantasy, bringing us back to an Etruscan past we almost feel like we truly lived. We will walk the wooded path of Via delle Cave and will take amazing pictures from the Belvedere, with the Gulf of Baratti as distant background and the Necropoli delle Grotte underneath us.
Before of this, I want to surprise my wife with my wedding present for her: a couple of ear-rings created by the local artisans, masters of goldworking, who pass the technique from a generation to another since the Etruscan times. I know that her eyes will light up when they see them, and wearing them she will look like a noble from Villanova age, eternal custodian of our union.
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