Finally, having seen all there was to see, we walked out to the car, getting pelted with rain the whole way. The trip back to the hotel was uneventful. Chris had a bad headache, so he took some Tylenol and rested while I puttered around. Eventually, we got dressed for the wedding and Chris went out to buy dinner for the boys from a Boston Market that was out of several things.
The boys ate and then we left. It was still raining outside and I thought of Michelle and Victor and their planned outside wedding, hoping that the rain would clear. We dropped the boys off and chatted with Jorge and Margarita, Cecilia’s children. Margarita and Cecilia would be coming to the wedding, so we left the boys in the capable hands of Cecilia’s mother and Jorge, who eased the transition by mentioning the magic word “GameCube.”
We arrived at the wedding a little early and were shooed away by the people who were setting up the chairs on the wrap-around porch of the clubhouse. The rain did finally clear, but the grass was soggy and far too wet for the wedding to take place on the lawn. Unfortunately, this meant that those of us who weren’t part of the immediate family were seated on the side, where we couldn’t see any of the processional. I did, however, have a good view of Michelle and Victor once they were under the canopy.