The big day has finally arrived!
The church bells were ringing. the suits being pressed, fascinators being adjusted (not mine), ties being knotted, and a screaming Bridezilla, high on champagne screaming at everyone. Yes! It was time for a wedding. A white, white wedding! Not mine, I must add. All you lucky admirers can breathe a sigh of relief and carry on plotting to marry me. I’ll have you know that I don’t plan to get married any time soon and anyway, I need a girl to agree to be my wife let alone actually having a girlfriend first!
It was actually my next door neighbour who I grew up throughout my childhood with who’s getting married.
Getting smarted up, I thought I looked the part of a suave, mysterious yet slightly dangerous, milk-tray lookalike and gorgeously handsome man who would be fighting off the bridesmaids. What do you think? I got like this if the glee Mafia taxi drivers came back again to pick up my parents and I from our gorgeous hotel in Carvoeiro.
Luckily, we weren’t.
Driven to the highly exclusive resort of Vila Vita Parc Hotel, we were ushered in for canapés and a selection of drinks while we waited for the bridal party. The groom looked nervous, the guests dolled up nicely for the hot Portuguese weather and waiters swanned discreetly around surprising us with their selections on their silver trays. Suddenly, it was announced we should take our seats…
Well, I should stop here.
I’m not going to explain to you how gorgeous the scenery and the wedding were. The pictures will do the job tremendously. It was definitely a true Algarve Wedding – Full of laughter, emotional ceremony, gorgeous food, funny speeches, energetic dancing and brilliant music were to be had. It was a good day.