In graduate school in Krakow, Poland, I lived near Wawel castle. I soon became enchanted with the place and walked up the castle hill every morning to hear the musicians play early music with their period instruments. 20 years later, I am a devout early music fan. It’s really a calling. Although I have attended many of his concerts, it wasn’t until last night that I met @jordisavall - a true hero in my life. He looked like a tsar with his fur hat, coming out of the music hall and into the cold. I held his hand for a moment but could not really convey how much his music has meant to me. His music, full of life and hope and spirit helped me recover from my brain hemorrhage three years ago. Life, hope, and spirit. It’s as simple as that. (And thank you, Chris for not letting me run away when I got nervous.) #earlymusic
As a Great British Baking Show fan, I did flips when Chris surprised me with a Swedish Prinsesstårta for my birthday. Yes, a real Prinsesstårta! Can you believe it? From the fiendishly difficult technical challenge from season 1. I’m happy to report that it is even more delicious than I had dreamt, with layers of sponge, jam, and cream, topped with a green marzipan dome and a pink rose. Am I more excited to eat this cake or know I am marrying a man who pays really good attention (and will drive for hours to find the one bakery who makes them)?
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