Yea, that´s my Dad nervously handing me the ring to slip on Julius´ finger...so, this is it...the legal wedding. Here in Spain, you must prove you really want to get married because I cannot see any other reason you have to jump over so many bureaucratic hurdles and through so many hoops in order to get married. Julius and I were very fortunate to get married in September because most couples have a one year wait, sometimes longer!
We were married in a small town up the coast called Vilassar de Mar, only a few kilometers outside of Barcelona, the funny and long-winded Mayor married us. He doesn´t speak English and can manage with a little Castellaño, his mother tongue is the regional language, Catalan. Julius understands Catalan, as for me, *chuckling* I understand few words...so our little ceremony required an English translator for the bride and her family. Julius´ cousin, Walters, a long-time resident of Catalunya and fluent speaker of Catalan was our translator.
We were legally married at noon on September 25, 2008. The bride managed to keep cool and tear free -probably because she was concentrating so hard on the translation- all went rather smoothly. The groom was beaming like a kid in a candy store.
We took a few pictures at the beach and raced back to Barcelona because we had to finish our last minute preparations for the BIG wedding on Saturday, the 27th!
The weather couldn´t have been more perfect! : ))
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