We were warned while buying baby supplies that there would be lots of food.
How the day started: like most normal days, only with a bit of research to confirm how to get to the rendezvous for the wedding transport. A short walk around the corner, down the street and voila! Bus stop to the main train station.
We were pretty chill and the children were angels and the angels were singing and the singers were in harmony and Harmony was lost in her malaise. Poor thing. Where is the bus?
I walk around the corner 5 minutes after the bus scheduled arrival time and look down the long street to see if it is on its merry, marriage taking way. No bus.
I ask the lady at the Gelato store if we are in the right place and when is the bus coming. She confirms the first as correct and can’t help with the second.
The rendezvous time draws near and our “we have children so have a time buffer” is dwindling and not because of the children (who were helping Harmony, I think, if I understand my writing). 5 minutes remain and we’re stressed. I call the groom “to be”, we’re working on a solution, the greatest minds are doing quadruple shifts without holidays to solve it. However, we are most likely to be late, hold the bus for us please.
Run into a hotel, any hotel, take the baby for sympathy points. Tell them you’re lost, you want a bus, where is the bus? What other options are there?
It worked. The receptionist was very polite and helpful, called a taxi. A phone call to the groom to be, the bus is still waiting and we will be in a taxi soon. Taxi came, we piled in and headed off.
There. That there! That’s the bus!!
(Something in the area of 55 minutes late…)
Bus to wedding. Meet friends, all from different countries, different professions etc.
The ceremony was a state run thing. I think the mayor, or whoever ran the event, put on a pretty good show. He was a bit hard on the drunk uncle who was acting as official translator.
Back in the bus.
A villa. Beautiful. Italian countryside. Magnificent. Food. Plentiful. They had tables offering things from fruits to cheeses and hams, to breads and olives, melted cheese on bread, and paella. Everyone gave it their best. I suspected that this wasn’t “it”.
Around the time we were hoping to be on our way, bringing the angels to their clouds to whisk them into dreams, we were told to sit for the meal.
5 courses.
There was a lot of wine flowing. Drunk uncle was receiving some competition from the bride’s father.
Midnight came and there wasn’t much sign of things slowing down. Well the two above did actually slow down and appeared later for the dessert and had sobered up. Dessert was like the arrival food offering but all sweets.
We asked about the return bus and were told “any time”. This then turned to leaves before 3am.
Punctuality.
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