A special wedding portrait during my trip around Europe this past February at the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele. Between the crowds and those attracted by the beauty of this gorgeous couple, I managed to photograph the love and strength of this two fashion lovers,
Did you know that this galleria is one of the world’s oldest shopping malls. Housed within a four-story double arcade in central Milan, the Galleria is named after Victor Emmanuel II, the first king of the Kingdom of Italy. It was designed in 1861 and built by Giuseppe Mengoni between 1865 and 1877.
This Gorgeous place is perfect for those who aren’t afraid of attracting a little bit of public attention. This is the story of the lovely couple, but at the same time is the story of an exhausted photographer. By the time I got to Milan I was already exhausted, I had travel for 3 weeks already, without resting, except to sleep and eat, , we wanted to see it all, so just kept going and going and going.
I travel all along with 5 other friends, on our 3 day in Italy, I drove from Rome to Naples to take my friends to the airport, I was excited and at the same time scared, since I still had 2 more weeks by myself in this side of the earth where I haven’t been before.
Long story short I drove from Rome to Naples, drop my friends at the airport, drove back to Rome ( stopped here to see an arquitectural landmark), from Rome to Sienna, From Sienna to Florence( went to see the David), then off to Bologna, then Brescia. At this point I’ve driven all day, I was exhausted and my goal was to hit Milan by 9pm. It didn’t happen, I stopped on the side of the road, and I sobbed for a short time, hungry and sleepy and mentally drained, then stayed in the car for about an hour without doing anything but looking at the road and the maps and calculating distances. At this point I wasn’t far away from my final destination, It was 10 pm then and I decided to leave my comfortable spot on the side of the road and get there. I think I drove for a half an hour and then I decided to give up, I was so tired and discouraged, I drove to the nearest hotel, pull my luggage inside and died on the bed.
By the next day I was rested but still homesick, I had an intinerary to follow but instead I decided to take a full day off to cry for my beautiful America and the ones who I loved and missed like I wasn’t gonna see them ever again. Everything looked so gray.
The the next day happened, and there I’m in front of a georgeous bride and her charming groom, at the busiest time of the day in the busiest attraction of the city, I just felt all the tears where worth it