December 1st marks the one year anniversary of our destination wedding in Boracay Philippines. It was one of the craziest days of our lives. The groom barely made it in time for his own wedding after being stranded in Bangkok and Hong Kong for three days due to a not-valid-for-long-enough passport. I lost three pounds and one dress size in the chaos and sleepless nights that we spent doing everything we could to get him through the border. In the end, a last-minute signed letter from the Italian Ambassador to the Philippines (made possible by our friend’s brother in-law in Rome) and the approval of a high ranking custom’s official (made possible by my aunt’s incessant phone calls and asks for favors), coordinated in tandem, got him on the very last flight out of Hong Kong and into Manila the night before the wedding. He made it just in time for hair, make-up, lights and cameras the next day. It was ridiculous and amazing and completely unbelievable.
We forgot our dance, our party favors, the champagne toast and didn’t get to rehearse with the pastor. But in the end, it turned out to be the best day of our lives. The people and the love were all that mattered.
If the beginning of our married life is any indication, I’d say we’re in for many decades of adventure ahead.
