Last night was the wedding of Lesli, the daughter of my host family, and Enrique, her (former) fiancee (obviously), and I was invited to the ceremony, and the party afterwards. The civil wedding had taken place last week. I was the "official" photographer for the pre-wedding wedding, and we had a party afterwards at Enrique's parents' house. We stayed up late eating and taking turns singing. I sang some bluegrass to represent Kentucky.
The church wedding was short and sweet. The catholic bits were exactly the same as what I know from the US, only in Spanish. Then everyone lined up to congratulate the novios, who subsequently departed in an antique Fiat to do a photo tour of Valdivia in wedding attire. Everyone else loaded up and headed for the ballroom in the centro that had been rented for the fiesta. There was champagne, lots of toasts, embarrassing baby pictures, steak, lots of alcohol, and lots and lots of dancing. Jessie didn't attend the wedding, but she showed up for the celebration afterwards, and we spend the whole night eating, drinking, dancing, and making merry. At about 3 am we had a surprise visit from a group of bateristas, a band of drummers who danced and played and were a lot of fun. The novios were both excellent dancers and danced all night long. Myself and Jessie left shortly after the cake was finally cut at 4:30am, and I got to bed just as dawn started to break.
Today I have to finish up a 16 page paper and a 10 page history project. Such is life.
(There are lots of pictures, but I don't have any of them yet.)
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