Here she is surrounded by some of the finer looking gentlemen of the PCC:
For the staff of the PCC, it was a big deal to be invited to a wedding like this one. It was a formal, elegant wedding in the capital (Ana comes from a well off family) and many middle class Hondurans just don't get to go to things like that. (Remember - like 65% of the country lives below the poverty line which is about $425 a month).
They obsessed FOREVER about what they were going to wear (for weeks before) and even started freaking us out!
I went and bought a sparkly little number for the event since I did not exactly plan on bringing a formal dress with me to peace corps. Here we are:
I've got a funny little side story about that dress. I bought it in a "boutique" store in downtown Comayagua. It was a new dress, with the price tag from the store that originally tried to sell it in the States, the price still in dollars. Things like that, that don't sell, are shipped off to places like Honduras, where they are bought and sold again. I paid about $20 for the dress, much lower than it origanally cost, and was feeling very proud of myself for having done so well.
Well, the waitress at our table at the wedding would put an end to that! When she came to our table to introduce herself as our server, she explained that she was new and was sorry if she made any mistakes. Well, later in the evening when she was bringing Javi and I our glasses of wine we ordered, she made one of the mistakes she was afraid of making.....she spilled an entire glass of wine down the back of my dress! Here is a picture of the aftermath (if you can see it):
So much for feeling well dressed among Tegucigalpa's finest! Oh well!!!
As a Latin wedding should, the party lasted late into the night. We tried to leave earlier with a few work friends, but the bride caught us and dragged us back. We ended up staying until the end and closing the place down. Here we are, the last table of probably at least 350 guests.
Oh, one more thing, we learned an important cultural lesson when we showed up for the wedding ceremony, which was scheduled for 7 pm. Nothing, not even weddings, start on time in Honduras. The gringos (we were the only ones) showed up at 7 on the dot, a little stressed about showing up at that hour. No worries! The only other people there were about 5 other family members! The actually ceremony did not start until 7:45. Sigh.....when will we learn?
But it was good times and much needed fun after a sort of so-so month.
1 comment:
Sara!! That sucks about your dress. If it makes you feel any better, you looked beautiful in it. And Javi, guau! I'll bet the ladies were kssksskss-ing you all night long.
-K
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