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Viva Fiesta!

fiestacakesm.jpg The vows were exchanged under a fruit filled apple tree, alongside a small creek. The bride wore a silk sheath gown with a white rose behind her ear. Draped in a shawl, she was escorted by her father, who had arrived the day before from Spain. They walked past the gardens and the pottery studio, to be united with the groom, standing under the grape-vine archway that was adorned with flowers and bunches of grapes. His bright orange tie and lapel flower matched the bride’s bouquet.
Some of the toasts at the reception were done in Spanish; others were interpreted to those who didn’t speak both languages. I got to practice the only sentence I know in Spanish, Yo tango dos ehos, and learn a new one, Yo vivo en Floyd. fiestaribbonssm.jpg The tapas were served by friends in sun-colored aprons, and they kept coming. There was serano ham with manchego tetilla, idiazabul cheeses and roasted red peppers; tequila lime shrimp; saffron rice with chicken skewers and chipolte sauce; and more. I sat next to young woman who inspired me to decorate my glasses with the ribbons that had been tied around our cloth napkins. There was salsa dancing, and the red wine flowed, so did the laughter (and a few tears as well). It was hard to resist a second helping of that cake.

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