With no time to waste and after a rich breakfast, the morning is spent laying on the beach, indulging on fresh fruit and reading Italian newspapers, whilst a small amount of locals bathe in the fresh blue waters of the Mediterranean and a rather lethargic day passes by as soon as the fishermen return from their daily catch.
The next few hours go by like some sort of ideal representation of a 'Big Calabrian Wedding', in which all guests get ready and are soon picked up by friendly loud local friends, driving away from the coastal heat and up the winding roads of the fresh and green Calabrian hills, just to discover a small church embedded in a closed U-shaped valley.
Local and international guests assembly just outside the thicked-wall church and, in a matter of minutes, the stunning bride interrupts the silence of the small church to the awe of everyone in the room, (and to the sensibility of the groom), followed by the Catholic wedding formalities, this time performed in an almost lyrical Italian language.
The short wedding finished just as a layer of light mist transforms the mountains into a mesh of rounded and vague silhouettes.
Rice is thrown to the newlyweds as a ritual, who leave the small valley in a beautiful emerald-coloured Volkswagen Beatle, followed by a chanting convoy of cars through the winding mountain roads.
Hollywood has taught us one or two things about Italian customs, leading me to imagine how an Italian wedding (particularly in the noisy South) would look like.
I perhaps imagined the fresh breeze of the Mediterranean mountain evening caressing my sunburned skin, whilst walking around stone-built pathways in an old religious complex or Roman building.
I imagined this lit by a set of tiki lamps leading down the hill, guiding our way through fresh drinks and lavish tables of succulent sea food, pasta, bread, cheese and wine which would be the envy of any wedding in Northern Europe.
I imagined that this would only be part of the appetizers, and a delicious main dinner served in an ample main courtyard and peculiarly organised in tables named after different types of pasta would follow.
I imagined sipping on a delicious white wine, which only accentuates the flavour of perfectly cooked pasta mixed with the freshest sea food you could imagine.
And of course, I look around and it is all there: my dear friends have just married and we are all celebrating and taking part of this moment surrounded by everything described above, one beautiful and warm September evening at the Borgo del Convento in Petrizzi.
Drunk speeches are made when the alcohol is heavily running through my veins, followed by a rich assortment of desserts which are served as soon as 'Blue Da ba dee' seem to work as a perfect excuse to dance, as does the Tarantella.
The long day meant that all guests leave almost at the same time to the different villages along the Calabrian coast. For us, it is also a time to rest the body and the stomach.
The remaining two days of the holiday in Southern Italy are spent horizontally on the beach, absorbing as much vitamin D as possible, and a routine only broken by walks within the village, in which picking the best sea food restaurant or finishing the largest personal pizza are the main matters, always followed by espressos, gelattos and naps.
Returning to Dublin proves to be a rather extenuating journey starting with a transfer up the 'mafia tunnels' to the train station at Lamezia Terme, followed by a long yet scenic train journey up the Tyrrenian Coast, conquering the rugged Amalfi coast and finally arriving into Rome Termini station for some serious leg stretching, a last succulent meal and a transfer to Ciampino Airport.
And as the Ryanair flight departs the small airport overflying the historic monuments of Rome and turns right heading North towards Dublin, the thoughts of a relaxed 'beach holiday' seem to blend with the memories of a movie-like wedding in a way that somehow compliments the body and soul, and for the first time in months, I finally feel relaxed.
We land in rainy Dublin shortly before midnight and, just as I step into my apartment, I close this trip with some biscuits and a chilled sip of limoncello, to the newlyweds!