I’ve been lazy. I must be honest and admit it… I haven’t updated my blog for so many weeks now because of pure laziness. But, I must also say, that the best part of those weeks I’ve been so busy! Honest!
Well, the D-Day came and went, everything passed so quickly that now it just seems a distant memory. It is such a shame that one spends so many months preparing so thoughtfully for that day, and then on the day you are so nervous about everything that for a moment you can’t even enjoy it.
I did enjoy it though. No, actually, I loved it. I was extremelly nervious during the hours previous to the actual ceremony. I was getting ready in my room, and lots of people kept coming and going and telling me things of what was going on downstairs. But I wanted to BE downstairs! Somehow I couldn’t understand why I had to stay hidden, when everybody in the hall was having fun! (Jon tells me though that he was not having fun. He probably was as nervous as me…)
The time came for me to go down and walk the aisle with my bridesmaids and uncle… When I entered the ceremony room I somehow stopped seeing people. I saw one or two faces, the rest were a blur. Until I saw Jon… I suddenly felt this rush inside me. I think it can only be described as “happiness through my veins”.
The ceremony was beautiful. I couldn’t have dreamt of a more beautiful wedding. Everything went smoothly and much better than planned. I thought I would struggle with the vows, but I managed to get some proper English pronunciation off me and deliver them properly. Even after I had cried! My brother did the most beautiful reading and I got all emotive and sensitive… And I cried.
Then we did all the official pictures… That was fun. I decided then and there on the spot that I wanted to throw my bouquet in pure American-film style. That was so funny and everybody loved it. The problem was that afterwards the photographer said: “you’re going to need that for the shots now…” But nevermind, the bouquet managed to stay “alive” for the rest of the day 🙂
The wedding breakfast was a bit disappointed, as the caterer managed to completely screw the dishes we had booked with them. That got me in a bad mood for a while, and I felt terrible for the guests as the quality of the food was rubbish compared to what we had been promised (I must now say that Gorse Hill were good as a venue, but still have lots to improve on). The speeches after the dinner were fabulous. Jon’s speech made me cry (again) and laugh so much… Steve’s was hilarious, even with visual help of Jon’s “embarrasing” baby pictures. And my brother Jose’s… well, that one, though improvised, was also very moving and made me cry (once more)
And then the party started. All the evening guests had arrived by then. Jon and I were getting ready to do the first dance when suddenly saw that Graham had prepared a surprise… A table football appeared and Jon and I had our “first game” instead of a “first dance”!! It was fantastic and everybody loved it. I played Jon. I beat him. I played Graham. I beat him. I played Dave Flanagan. I beat him. I played Pablo… He beat me!
And we danced all night. I hadn’t danced so much since the 90s… 🙂 I felt a bit guilty for not talking to people a bit more. Lots of people made the effort of turning up on the night and I barely talked to them. But I was having such a good time that I couldn’t leave the dancefloor! We finished at 2 in the morning… my feet gave up on me…
I am not going to write a big blog about the honeymoon because Jon and I kept a diary during our holiday (courtsey of Paul and Olga) and we’re going to transcribe it into our website (www.mariaandjon.com) very soon, with pictures and videos of our adventures in LA and Hawaii.
I will only say that it was the holiday of a lifetime. The jetlag left us exhausted for a few days, but it was more than worth it. We WILL be going back to Hawaii one day. It’s too beautiful to just visit once.
Hightlights of the holiday?:
– Two chopper rides
– Snuba diving
– Haleakala crater at sunset
– Eating pineapple!
After the Honeymoon
Going back to work was painful. Literally.
I was so clumsy and slow for the first day, making all kinds of mistakes… I think it would have been more beneficial to the company if I hadn’t come back at all; I wouldn’t had lost them any money! (£30, yes, I know…)
But the thought of an early weekend kept me going. We had only gone back to work on the Wednesday, so we had a very short week. On Friday we went into London to see Derren Brown’s new show, Enigma. It was brilliant, mind blowing… I still think about it, try to figure out how he did things, but it’s just of my reach.. my mind is not developed enough to understand such craftsmanship!
I can’t tell waht happened in the show, as it wouldn’t be fair on anyone reading this who might go and see the show themselves (not that anyone reads this anyhow…) but I’ll just say that it was better than seeing it on telly (although on telly or DVD they often tell you the secret behind the trick, and in the live show you just have yourself or your partner to torture finding an explanation)
That same night, after the show, we decided to go for a little walk around London. This was Friday 26th, the day after Michael Jackson died. We were walking towards Trafalgar Square when we realise that the base of Lord Nelson is full of people. As we get nearer we see that it’s people “mourning” Michael Jackson! It was quite something. Definetely weird. What really struck us was that 80% of the people gathered there weren’t older than 20 years old. I am not saying that there aren’t any real fans of MJ who aren’t younger than that, but it seemed to us that a lot of people were taking the event as an excuse to get drunk. I mean, MJ hasn’t really been in the spotlight for any original music merits since 1991… making all these people 12 years old? Of course, we’re talking about the King of Pop here and I am convinced that everybody on the face of the planet has at least once in their lifes listened to a MJ song.
We stayed the night in a hotel in Charing Cross and the following day we took a trip to the Science Museum. It was quite good, but we didn’t see it all. We must come back some other time to finish all the levels we missed. After the museum we wandered around South Kesington looking for somewhere to eat and we came across a very good Spanish Restaurant called Casa Brindisa. I don’t normally go to Spanish restaurants here in the UK because they ALWAYS disappoint me. But this one… This one was great. Every single plate that we ordered was delicious. I was really impressed. I have already recommended it and I have to make sure to go back there, as it brings quite nice memories of “home”.
People ask me how married life is and I always say: Same as before. But I lie. It’s not the same. It’s even better. I love Jon with all my heart, and every minute I thank the gods for given me such a wonderful life…
And that is pretty much it. We’re now filling up our calendar for July, meeting friends and family every weekend… And somehow we thought that we would have all the time in the world after the wedding!