The Morning After
…while the words “I’m never drinking again” keep going through my aching head, the wedding last night was a perfect way to end this trip. Attendance was Polish, Aussie, and Scottish…the ceremony was held in an ancient Benedictine Abbey, and the reception was in a palace. There were bottomless bottles of wine and vodka on each table. There was dancing and fireworks and apparently a whole pig on a spit (which I avoided). It was this first time in our family’s history that all the cousins were together in one place at the same time…It might be a while before any pictures are posted, though. The next week or more is going to be filled with lots of editing…
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