As I repeatedly said before, it is time to stop procrastinating and finally to share some of the memories from our big day. It took us some time to collect all the pictures, as our photography studio was a small one and they struggled a bit during the end of the weddings season to edit and deliver both photos and albums. However, we are truly happy about the results (and will probably hire them again for our first anniversary). Also, we have been very busy with studies and work, and that never helps, does it? But the thing is I am able to post our memories now.
I truly hope you enjoy my Wedding Chronicles.
Our big day started quite early in the morning. Most brides don´t sleep well the day before the wedding, but The Gentle One and I spent previous week showing Bucharest to our friends and relatives, so by the weekend we were truly exhausted. As a consequence, we both slept like children on our hotel room and woke up quite recovered. We said our goodbyes around eight in the morning (he went to his parents hotel to get ready and I stayed in our suite with my family) and began the whole "boudoir process".
In all honesty, I was far too nervous to really know what was going on around me, so I am glad my parents and aunt were calm, prompt and efficient with last minute preparations. It is something I will never be thankful enough for. All I can clearly remember was my shaking hands while I was trying to sip my tea. I wasn´t nervous because of getting married itself, but I am the kind of introvert person who doesn´t like being observed... yeah, that´s one of the reasons why we had a small celebration abroad, even twenty five people was a bit too much for me. But going back to the events, makeup and hair artists arrived early too, and did a lovely work by making me look human, considering how baggy eyed I looked.
Time went by really quickly, and by eleven o´clock was time to get dressed. I am proud to say most of my attire was handmade by local artists: my modified shoes, fan and bouquet were made by a Brazilian tailor who works in my native city in Spain. Also, my dress was designed, put together and sewn by my favourite auntie, who is an awesome artist herself as you can judge in the pictures. I am amazed by the fact she sew all the embroidered fabric by using her hands instead of a machine! She´s such a perfectionist (and just in case you are wondering, yes, she takes custom orders for alternative wedding gowns, just let me know if you are interested).
It was time my aunt and mum left the hotel, so my dad and I stayed while the photo artist took the chance to capture some portraits of me in the gown. By then I didn´t know, but it was also time for the wedding mini-disaster to reveal itself: my car was supposed to pick my up at 12, as the ceremony started at 12:15 and the the venue was quite close to the hotel. But that never happened! At 12.05 The Gentle One called to check up with the car service, and they explained to him that due to an informatic issue they never reached our car booking.
So basically, I was wearing my wedding dress and had no way to arrive on time to the ceremony. As you can imagine, that was not a funny moment, and most definitely it is something you don´t want to happen precisely in your wedding day...
By the time these portraits were taken, I had no idea about the car issue yet. To make things even worst, the company told The Gentle One they had no cars available. I had no idea how I made it, but I was able to control panic long enough to ask the hotel front desk assistant if they had a car rent service using a foreign language I don´t speak fluently. But they did! After fifteen agonal minutes my father and I were happy to board the car and head the ceremony venue. Unfortunately, I made the groom wait almost half an hour in the aisle. Heaven blesses cell phones!
Our ceremony was performed by a close friend of us in a 1912 theater (the legal part was celebrated in the Spanish embassy a two days before the big day in the company of our closest relatives). We exchanged both wedding vows and rings, as well as celebrating the traditional knot Celtic ritual to symbolize our union. Our significant ones spoke about love, and pronounced their good omens and marriage wishes for us. We listened our favourite music during the act, including Schubert, Ataraxia, Angels of Liberty, The Cure and White Lies. The whole event was very emotional and nobody left without at least a couple of non-so-illed-timed tears.
Once the ceremony was over Plain Song by The Cure was played, and we had a little time to huge and kiss every of our guests, who had made the amazing effort of travelling to the other extreme of the European continent to be with us in our special day. And after that, we had our traditional leave during which we were showered with rose petals by them before we moved to the photo location to take our formal newly weds portraits.
It was around three o´clock when we went back to the theater and the reception begun!
Everybody was excited to have some wine and music after such an emotional morning.
Our party and dinner were celebrated in the second floor, this place used to be a ball room and it was not difficult at all to bring back the spirit by illuminating it with dozens of candles. Flowers helped too: we chose amaranth, red roses and hygrageneas, all decorated with wild ivy and copper Autumn leaves.
Although the pictures are good, they make no justice to the general atmosphere. It was like being inside a nineteenth century film, even The Gentle One (who can be truly picky and critic when it comes to this stuff was amazed about the degree of detail and beauty the salon acquired after decorations were placed). We enjoyed a delicious dinner consisting of salmon, appetizers, champagne, beef and sweets after which we had also our wedding cake.
The party lasted after midnight, and our first dance was In this Shirt by Irreprensibles, which is our song. By the end of the day, we felt exhausted but happier than ever. I must confess we were quite sceptic towards wedding clichés and all people say about that day being the happiest of your life. But after further consideration we had to admit there is a good dose of truth in such an assertion. The whole experience of celebrating life and love can be genuinely moving, specially when you are surrounded by people who have witnessed your path as a couple from the very beginning and have shown their support for a decade unreservedly. We will never get sick of saying thank you to all of them for their kindness.