Alianzas is Spanish for "wedding rings". We've finally bought ours. Choosing a piece of metal to have on my hand for the rest of my life was tough. During the shopping, I was consoled by my knowledge of how choices affect happiness. And sure enough, now that we have them (and are stuck with them), I love them! On Friday, Marga went to the hairdresser that she will use on the morning of the wedding for a dry run, to know exactly what she'll get on the important day. The salon was busy on Friday night, so the hairdresser told her to come back early Saturday morning. After she got her hair done, she, her mother, sister, and aunt pile in a car and drove to Santander, passing right by Colindres, to try on her wedding dress and get it perfectly tailored. I went, on Saturday morning, to pick up the rings, and shortly after, Marga's father stopped by to pick me up and take me to Santander as well. We both had suits to get tailored as well! If all this seems complicated, I've left out some things for brevity's sake.
Although I do have a few complaints about the shape and form of my body, I find that most manufactured clothes fit me quite well. When Marga, for instance, buys a pair of trousers, she must get them shortened, or modified in some other way, before she can wear them. What a pain that must be! Stuff normally fits me just fine. It's either all too big or all too small. So anyway, my suit has to be modified my one millimeter in the sleeve of the jacket and shortened a little in the trousers (but they purposefully make them extra long to account for the super-lanky customers). Juan's not have too much done either. A little shortened of the jacket tails.
No photos of the suits or dress. Gotta build the suspense! I haven't even seen the dress yet. The womenfolk won't let me.
You can see the rings, though. We went with a two-tone, white and yellow gold. The jewelers told us that white gold loses its shine easily and must be maintained with cleaning every few years. But that having tougher yellow gold on the edges tends to protect the white gold from the normal wear and tear. There were so many to choose from and all looked good. The ones we got stood out to me because of the way they sparkle. Rather than being smooth and round, the white part is made up of short straight segments that catch the light in a nice way.
For lack of anything wittier to say, they are engraved with the name of the other person and the date of the wedding.
Sorry, ladies! I'm spoken for.
Not a señorita much longer...
My hand modeling career didn't go very well.
Marga actually told me that, when she first saw my hands when we met, she thought I was sick or something. Definitely not worth dating.
A spousal touch.
They even threw in this little box!
Aunt Marga and her crazy American nephew.
After lunch, there was much shoe shopping. Yaaaawwwnn...
I've never really worn a ring, so it feels pretty awkward. No doubt I'll adjust quickly...