Some pictures from the wedding. The vows were spoken over the tranquil rush of the neighboring freeway. But that didn't detract from the loveliness of the whole thing.
And, interesing fact--it was a Philippino wedding - yet another colonial cruelty to begin the name of a country with a sound the indigenous people can't pronounce - man, is Tristram Shandy ever rubbing off on me: the barong (I hope I'm spelling it correctly - it's their ceremonial shirt), while made of pineapple, still tastes like a shirt when you soak it in water.
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