Ryan's been on his best behavior, even though it's not easy for him. We talked about it before we left, and he knows that he rises to the bait way too quickly, so he's been working on that. Whenever he catches himself getting pissed off, he walks away. We've taken quite a few walks, just the two of us. But I don't mind.
If we hadn't started to make plans for Italy, I think I'd want to come here to get married. I always wanted a traditional church wedding. When I was a little girl, I had dreams of my dad walking me down the aisle, my train flowing behind me, the church filled with family and friends. But after seeing this place, I'd throw all that away to have my dad walk me onto the sand, wear a plain white dress that only goes to my ankles, only close friends and immediate family in attendance. I can see why people get married on the beach, the roar of the ocean in the background. And if you planned it right, you could say your vows as the sun is setting over the water. It's totally romantic.
Pretty soon we're going to be back to reality. I have to say, I'm not looking forward to it.