This is a "viewer generated content" post. I didn't take one single photo during my wedding. The first is my father's write-up of his trip. He has a tendency to write documents about his vacations. He gets it from his father-in-law. So I guess you can say that blogging runs in my family. The document is 11.5 MB, 31 pages, and full of wonderful pictures. It's nice to get an American opinion on the events, since my viewpoint is no longer completely naive to Spanish traditions. It's definitely worth a read.
Click on the image to download the document.
This photo came from Jacob's camera, but he obviously didn't take it. Click to see identifying notes.
The following photos are by Liz Winfrey. Some of them are so good, I might try to see if I can get them to the wedding photographers to be included in the official album.
The groom's parents and grandmother. You can tell where my good looks come from.
Marga's father escorts her from the car, a spiffy Audi 8, to the church.
Great wrought-iron shadow shot of the church entrance.
Aunt Marga helping place the rings and coins into the baskets for the kids to carry down the aisle.
Marga looking threateningly at the little demon-child that carried the rings while shouting, "This is no wedding! This is not a wedding!" He had to be removed from the church during the service. Whether or not he was executed with Godfather music playing as the priest was speaking, is, as of yet, unconfirmed.
My mother walked me down the aisle.
Continuing down the aisle, trying not to trip and fall.
At the altar, barely visible around Hubber's big fat bald 'ploob-smuggling head.
The golden church was quite beautiful.
Awesome fish-eye action looking towards the rear of the church.
Another nice fish-eye shot.
Marga's sister and cousin performed a Basque "Welcome" dance for us. Neither of the four of us could look at each other directly without crying.
Streamers and rice.
Hey, who invited Uncle Ben!?
Could any photo say "wedding" better than this one? Gorgeous!
Every wedding has one of these children, I think.
Cake chopping. It was harder than it looks.
Husband and wife.
Let the cigar smoking commence!
Some people make smoking look good. Rachel looks like she stepped out of a Bond movie.
And the following photos are from Hubbers:
Uh oh, the groom's been drinking.
Oh, wait, it's okay if the bride is pouring.
And we danced all night....