500 Things to do in the 500 Days until the Big 3-0: 205. A Camel Getting Married

6th September 2014, Masseria Susafa, Sicily, Italy

After what feels like forever the Camel and her Wiggins were finally getting married!

And not only did they invite us to witness this life changing event - they also gave us all an excuse to travel to beautiful Sicily and allow the warm up to the wedding to consist of limoncello, pasta and lazy days by the pool for us all.

Arriving at the gorgeous farm house the day before the wedding, ludicrously late - I expected the bride-to-be, to be fast asleep on a rose petal (or whatever it is brides will sleep on the night before the wedding). But this is the Camel. By the time Barbra and I arrived from Palermo, the Camel was in the bar, hair rollers and all, wine glass in hand, the life and soul of the party. We should have known better than to expect anything else really.

On the gorgeous morning of their wedding day, the Camel continued to be by far, the most chilled out bride I have ever come across. As we have just sat down for breakfast, the Camel rocks up, still in her rollers and showing no concern whatsoever with the fact that half the breakfast buffet is basically cake. Oh how I wish more of the pain-in-the-backside, high maintenance and border line anorexic brides-to-be that I've dealt with over the years would take some bridal behaviour classes with the Camel.

The day leading up to the big moment was spent soaking up the sun, sipping Prosecco, just waiting for it to get to 5 PM and for this show to hit the road.

And when it did indeed get to 5 PM, with the backdrop of gorgeous Sicilian landscapes, these two lovely people said their I do's and we said our woo hoo's and then we all moved on to the Prosecco.

We had a brilliantly bubbly reception in the sun after which we were taken to the dining room and I was once again reminded of exactly what makes an Italian meal... Well, insane. Us at the Cuba table foolishly thought that the 7 course dinner mentioned earlier was the 7 dish buffet put out for us along with a fresh round of Proseccos. That was the anti pasti starter. No one was leaving this wedding skinny. Although feeling absolutely stuffed, the dinner was brilliant from start to finish with the most beautiful, heart warming, funny and moving speeches and the happiest couple there ever was. They could almost even sell marriage to me!

Then the dancing started. And how can you anything but love two people who spend their wedding night dancing to Kool & The Gang like there is no tomorrow?

The party, the Prosecco and the dancing carried on until the early morning hours and I somehow forgot that I had a cab picking me up at 7.30 the next morning. Although I felt fine when getting in the cab, that stopped the second the car start moving and I spent 90 minutes with my head out the window like a dog. Turns out that a Prosecco hangover is as big of a bitch as all the other hangovers.

Thanks for a gorgeous weekend you guys!