My name is Guyanne.
Sounds like Diane,
but with a G.
It's not nearly as exotic, complicated or even unique as most people make it out to be, but the etymology is pretty cool. In fact, it's one of my all-time favorite love stories. But more on that later...
I hate writing introductions, but if I had to, it would probably go something like this:
I'm a former urban singleton from Chicago with a pathological obsession for food and travel. And thanks to an unexpected twist of fate set in motion by a last-minute girls' weekend in Rome, a mad quest for the perfect tartufo led us to the Piazza Navona where I met a tall, blue-eyed, non-smoking and gainfully-employed Italian who didn't still live with his mother. In other words, the modern-day equivalent of a unicorn.
Two years later, we would be reunited in Milan. Last year we were married in Italy. This year we are
If this blog were my front door I would usher you in, offer you a glass of prosecco, whip up some kind of aperitivi and insist that you stay for dinner. Or if, perchance, you happened along on an early morning stroll, I'd make us some cappuccinos. Or mimosas. Probably both.
Feel free to come back and visit as often as you like. The door is always open, the fridge is always full and the wine is always flowing. Benvenuto!