When I woke up on Sunday, there were people EVERYWHERE. Thirteen people to be exact; sleeping on every open space of the little, two-bedroom house.
True to form: I stumbled over slumbering the swaddling volunteers to the coffee. (I wanted in on that first round of brewed goodness…)
I think the fatigued body count alone suggested one thing: in terms great party battles, the wedding had one!
That’s right: WEDDING. (I know, way to bury the lede, right?)
In fact, a fellow PCV married a Dominican man this past weekend. The ceremony had all the expected trimmings of cake, food, dancing and words of devotion. It wasn’t a church wedding, so I would more liken it to a reception back home more than a ceremonial experience.
The best part is that the groom planned everything. Every. last. detail. We were only told to show up look pretty with the bride looking beautiful. Umm…. check?
Apparently we are really good-looking under all of that Peace Corps-ness! 
Congrats to the newlyweds! Que Dios les bendiga para siempre!
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