Mark and I never did get that dream wedding at Lake Bled back in 2010. But as 2018 came to a close, we did get a chance to hire a photographer and recite our vows in front of friends and family. Only problem was, I had totally forgotten to pack the sheets of Homewood Suites stationary that Mark and I used. I WhatsApp'd my friend in Windhoek with a request to help me out. She needed to go into the house and into the living room, where on the top shelf on the right hand side of the TV, sat a small tin box with the label "Box-O-Crap" (my sister-in-law gave it to me several years ago. I think she was on a road trip with her then boyfriend, my brother, in the Rocky Mountains.) Would my friend be so kind to take a photo of the vows and send them to me?
She quickly agreed to this favor and followed through brilliantly (thank you Christina!). While in Slovenia, I first downloaded Mark's, which I easily got onto one page. Apparently I had quite a bit to say while standing at the altar eight years ago because when it came mine, mine took up six sheets paper. My hand cramped, so I cut to the chase and settled on the highlights of why Mark is a better person than I am and ever will be.
The kids were great sports about the photography session, as were my Austrian friends who I convinced needed to be in the photos too. Our photographer was a man named Boris. He used to play professional hockey, which meant of course he had played Sport Club Ciuc, much to Mark's delight! Ciuc (pronounced Chook) is a small city in Romania known for two things: winter sports and the kind of cold weather that goes beyond a three-dog night. You need the whole damn dog pound to handle Ciuc's winters.
Boris and Mark got on famously, talking about photography, ice skating, and how Boris hitchhiked around Ghana and Botswana when he was a kid. I think once Boris realized we weren't a bunch of nut jobs who wanted three hundred perfect photos, he ended up liking us all tremendously. In fact, after two hours of smiling-not-smiling at the camera, Boris was game to take more pictures for as long as we wanted. Once the sun dropped behind the mountains, however, it was instead time for lots of HOT mulled wine and/or gin. Plus, a snuggle by the fire with my favorite piece of perfection.
Should anyone find themselves in Bled, Slovenia, and want to have dealings with photographers or wedding related events, I recommend using Primavera Bled.
She quickly agreed to this favor and followed through brilliantly (thank you Christina!). While in Slovenia, I first downloaded Mark's, which I easily got onto one page. Apparently I had quite a bit to say while standing at the altar eight years ago because when it came mine, mine took up six sheets paper. My hand cramped, so I cut to the chase and settled on the highlights of why Mark is a better person than I am and ever will be.
The kids were great sports about the photography session, as were my Austrian friends who I convinced needed to be in the photos too. Our photographer was a man named Boris. He used to play professional hockey, which meant of course he had played Sport Club Ciuc, much to Mark's delight! Ciuc (pronounced Chook) is a small city in Romania known for two things: winter sports and the kind of cold weather that goes beyond a three-dog night. You need the whole damn dog pound to handle Ciuc's winters.
Boris and Mark got on famously, talking about photography, ice skating, and how Boris hitchhiked around Ghana and Botswana when he was a kid. I think once Boris realized we weren't a bunch of nut jobs who wanted three hundred perfect photos, he ended up liking us all tremendously. In fact, after two hours of smiling-not-smiling at the camera, Boris was game to take more pictures for as long as we wanted. Once the sun dropped behind the mountains, however, it was instead time for lots of HOT mulled wine and/or gin. Plus, a snuggle by the fire with my favorite piece of perfection.
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| Sharing a piece of our historic promises with the kids. |
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| The High Five, reenacted |
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| Christina and Roland and Mark and Emily |
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| Lil' Red |
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| Huddling by the carp filled lake. |
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| The fire I didn't want to leave. |
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