We’re back from our honeymoon! We’ve got plenty of wedding and honeymoon photos to share, but first we’ve got to get some of the pre-wedding family visit / birthday photos out of the way. My father has written up a much better explanation of events than my blurred memory could give you, so I won’t do much explaining here, and share his story soon.
My father, Paul, contemplating the fishing boats in Colindres’ harbor.
On a walk in Colindres, my godfather, Tom, explains something to my Aunt Diane and cousin Olivia.
A mixed fish platter we ordered in a restaurant in Laredo.
Dining in Laredo with the family.
A birthday present from Aunt Marga.
It came in a weird little box that wasn’t obvious how to open.
Now I know what it is!
Some beautiful cuff links with “E R” engraved on them.
One, two, three, four….twenty-eight, twenty-nine!
Enjoying being the center of attention.
Directing the Happy Birthday song in both languages. It was so cool to have both families with me on my birthday.
Flames extinguished. What a metaphor for years lived, lost into the past.
Later that evening, I found about 25 photos just like this one of my sister-in-law, Belén and her boyfriend, Gorka, on my camera. That’s what you get for leaving a digital camera lying around.
This is a great picture of me and my new sister-in-law.
Later that evening in Bar Arrasate, a nicely painted bar in Mondragon. We entered at a non-bar hour and had the place more or less to ourselves. Nothing like a group of yanks to make a pre-emptive strike, invasion, and prolonged occupation with no exit strategy.
My mother, Betsy, and her two brothers, Jamie and Jack. My mother’s not as drunk as she looks.
It took a while to take drink orders, communicate them to the bartender, and take the drinks to the thirsty Americans. I learned that I have a severe lack of ability when it comes to being a waiter.
Tomás, Juan, and Pablo, sitting on a bench in a Spanish social club, looking like they couldn’t possibly belong anywhere else.
Jacob, pretending to be a connoisseur of cognac.
The irony here is that he used to date a girl named Brandy.
John and Paul hit the moonshine.
Back in my hotel room the night before the wedding, I find that my bride, either before or after she went to the emergency room because she was feeling ill, had left my suit and shoes in my room for me.
I don’t really wear size 45, but I figured being a groom’s shoes should be hard to fill. Ba-da-bum! I also got a kick out of the “Erick – Boda – 13 Octubre” scribbled on the box.
Whew! Now we’re caught up to the moment before the wedding…