Sleep eluded me. It must’ve been hair-related anxiety, fear of oversleeping, worrying about not being able to find witnesses, and stressing over the possibility of our photographer being delayed in the border queue. gibraltar destination wedding On this of all days, the kitchen screwed up my veggie omelet, sending out an oily mess stuffed with whole mushrooms and… Continue Reading

I woke up in the dark, not immediately remembering that we were actually in Gibraltar, then feeling completely overjoyed and giddy that I was one day away from marrying the guy sleeping next to me.  That excitement completely eclipsed the reality of our lost luggage. One of my favorite things in the whole world are… Continue Reading

Today we continue the saga of my Gibraltar wedding… I didn’t particularly enjoy the drive along the Spanish coast… actually, Robert says I was a “silent, brooding, thundercloud.”  The architecture and the endless billboards and strip malls reminded me of Florida, so I think we can trust his recollection :-) He never drives faster than… Continue Reading

And so begins my Gibraltar wedding review… AirFrance, we’ll never fly with you again!  We’d hit the road at an inhumane 4:30 am to save ourselves the indignity of flying RyanAir.  Normally, I’d be a big old witch at that time of day, but I was so excited about getting married in Gibraltar that I… Continue Reading