On their very first date, Matt did his typical pick-up-esque bit about his family in Italy; how he went *every* summer, how he was raised Italian and could understand the language pretty well. After he finished waxing-on poetically about Arrosticini's, Meg casually began speaking in fluent, pitch perfect Italian - Matt's jaw is still somewhere on the floor of that Fenway restaurant. From that moment on, Italy became one of the strongest links in the chain of their love. It took 5+ years, but Matt was finally able to take Meg to the motherland, introduce her to family, and feast on carbs and roasted meats. On the 3rd day Matt and Meg went off on their own, to walk alongside the Italian coastline, to dip their toes in the warm Adriatic sea, and to eat 15 courses of fresh fish on an Abruzzese Trabocco. That’s where Matt got down on one knee (staining his white pants) and asked Meg for her hand in marriage. She Said Yes!