The guests before anyone else could even choose what their wedding ensamble would be, were the gobble gobble live-in turkeys, the year round inhabitants of our wedding discoteca, El Karina. Once a happening club, El Karina´s business died off slowly until they were eventually replaced by chickens and turkeys. The dance floor is stained with remnances of circular chicken coops. Now the turkeys just have their one big coop off to one side of the dance floor. They sang to us while we set up the lights, the tables, and the chairs for the wedding. They finally quieted down once we finished changing their home from a coop to a giant white paper cake. Suprisingly we didn´t hear a peep out of them for the rest of the night.
Other planning went as smooth as a campo wedding can go. The rain made it´s appearance in mid-afternoon, but lightened up for the wedding in the evening. Mom and Dave`s luggage was lost (with wedding lights, candles, and plates inside), but friends took the time to seek out all that was missing. Maid of honor showed up 2 hours late, but so did everyone else, so she was just in time to walk down the isle with Enmanuel`s brother (Maximo, best man, MIA). My heel caught on my dress while Dave was spinning me around and around and ripped the hem, but I recovered beautifully by hopping around on one foot until my foot was free and we could finish the dance with grace and beauty. We had a great turn out with volunteers and local friends and family. Correographed dances, lindy hops shows, and delicious dinner, and an even more delicious cake made it the best wedding Las Uvas has seen yet. Everyone had a blast.
I´ll let the photos do the rest of the talking.
