My First Spanish Wedding
My first trip to Spain was booked in time to take in the nuptials of The Spaniard’s two friends from university – Soledad and Javier. I had the pleasure of meeting the happy couple for drinks a few days in advance of the wedding. The bride sounded busy with details leading up to the event. The Spaniard tried to joke that he was planning on wearing shorts to the wedding, which got a smile from the groom, but a desperate ‘Please, just wear a suit,” response from Sole. The Spaniard delivered – even putting in hair product for Sole’s and Javi’s big day. I think he cleans up rather nice. On the day of the big event we walked down to the Catedral de Nuestra Señora de la Asunción de Santander, a beautiful cathedral in the centre of the city. Immediately The Spaniard was greeted by friends and classmates from his university days; I was lost in a sea of introductory kisses, names, and quick-talking Castilian Spanish. Outside the church the women were dressed in an array …