Yes, feet hurt, voices cracked, throat got soaked and a grin was etched across my face through it all - just as I forecasted it. The weeding was one of pure joy and laughter. It was a three days celebration with the presence of live music, dancing in the street, decorating the house, singing, waiters running back and forth to fill our cups, getting dressed, hair did, nails done, face on, ready for the spectacle. All the guest followed as the bride and groom set target for the church. It really was a day (three days) to remember. We danced until six o'clock in the morning (after we had been properly fed), pouring our hearts out on the floor, walking home in sheer daylight accompanied by birds twitter.
Long live the newlyweds!
Translation: Ännu ett bröllop avverkat. Vi dansade till klockan sex på morgonen (efter att ha fått tillräckligt stora mängder av gott i magen), och möttes av strålande dagsljus när vi steg ut ur bröllopslokalen. Tillsammans med vacker fågelsång bar det så av hemåt.
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