Wednesday, Nov. 3
You know that Seinfeld episode where Jerry, George and Elaine go to a party in Long Island? George goes home with a woman from his office, leaving Jerry and Elaine stranded, so Kramer has to pick them up?
It’s the same one where that annoying woman asks, “I wonder what happened to my fiancé? I have lost my fiancé – the poor baby.”
And then Elaine turns to her, with a stone cold look, and says, “Maybe the dingo ate your baby.”
Things like that are way funnier now that Matt and I are engaged. The grass is greener, the sun is brighter and food tastes better.
Ok, I’m kidding.
Everything is still the same.
It’s been neat looking down at my ring and examining the plier marks where Matt pinched it back together, and seeing the glue seep out the sides of the coral.
And it’s been tricky remembering to take the ring off when washing the dishes, or doing anything active, like weeding, because it might fall apart.
But – it’s still perfect.
Matt and I looked at the piece of Turqouise (which he found on a beach in Mykonos, Greece) that we’re going to combine with the coral, and it’s going to make a beautiful addition. It’s speckled with black dots and tiny holes and shaped like a deformed arrowhead.
For everyone who is wondering, we don’t know what we are doing for our wedding. Our plan is to avoid planning and simply ride out this whole backpacking thing for as long as we can.
All I know is that Matt and I have about two years to let ourselves go – we don’t need to impress each other any more. It’s a process that’s already started. With little to do at this farmhouse in Le Marche, we’ve been inhaling pasta, bread and red wine. (All gluten free, of course.)
We actually ran out of food on the weekend. But because Monday was a holiday, we had to wait until yesterday for the shops to open. (The Italians close their shops on a daily basis between 1 p.m. and 5 p.m. for ciesta – so if you sleep in, you’re not eating until the evening.)
Until last night, we’ve been living off of pasta noodles, butter and random cans of soup that Matt found in the cupboard.
So during our big shop, we stocked up on the necessities:
Pasta sauce (11 cents a can), nine bottles of red wine ($18 Canadian in total), and two chicken breasts with a side of mince meat ($25 Canadian in total). The meat is expensive, and definitely not as fresh as at home. But the cheap, delicious wine makes up for it.
I can tell we’re getting antsy with nothing to do because we’ve started prank calling friends and family at home, watching endless episodes of Modern Family and YouTube’ing music videos by Ace of Base.
It’s all way funnier after three-and-a-half bottles of wine.
You know what else is funnier at 1 a.m on a Tuesday night? Booking a camper van for 32 days in New Zealand.
Not only have we reserved a van from Dec. 14 to Jan. 14, we also requested one that has a mural of a donkey riding a shark.
(All of the vans have beautiful paintings on the sides.)
Unfortunately, Matt is the only person in the world who has visualized this image, so they turned down our inquiry.
Instead, they’re working to reserve us a camper van with a pig riding a motorcycle off a cliff while drinking a beer.
Ahhh, New Zealand. We can’t wait to meet you.