France, a fairytale wedding in a whirlwind

May 7th, 2007

So, it is 3:30AM, yes check out the clock in the photo… I am sitting in a little airport in France, very alone and very bored. I just resorted to taking a lame photo of myself for the blog. I just finished shooting a fairly-tale wedding in a beautiful chateau in Provence. It was so amazing, vineyards and all.

I had quite the adventure getting here. First, my flight to LA was an hour late, that meant I would not make the flight to Paris, which in turn meant I would not make the wedding. Luckily, my Dad had offered to take me to the airport as Tim was photographing at the time, and he and his infinite knowledge of airports and their little tricks, got me on another airline flight and I made it to LA just in time to make the flight to Paris. Then things got a little stickier. The flight had been re-routed due to bad weather and was full hour late getting into Pairs, my next flight had already left the airport. I almost cried. The bride and her parents had arranged for a car to be there to pick me up at 8:00 and I wouldn’t be there until 10:30. I had another flight at that point but no way to get to the chateau, which is an hour drive from the airport. You’d think, no big deal, call the bride right? No. None of the exchange booths were open at that point so I couldn’t get any Euros, and funny thing, the phones here don’t take quarters. I did manage to get on the internet where through Dustin, Tim, and my Dad, I got through to the bride and a car showed up to get me in the end! So I slept at my hotel a little, then got up for the wedding.

It was gorgeous. I can’t believe I was lucky enough to be a part of it. The people in this family were unbelievable, so very kind and willing to take such good care of me. I will, of course be posting some of their amazing photos here on the blog. Their party ended around 1:00 and instead of sleeping for two hours and getting back up to come to the airport, I opted to come straight to the airport and hang out. So here I am, eating a little snack that the bride’s wonderful mom packed for me and writing some stuff on here. This has just been crazy. By the time I get home this trip will be over 45 hours of flying and layovers, and only 15 waking hours in France. When it comes down to it, I haven’t even been here long enough to get jetlag. Is this insane? Yes. Was it worth it? You better believe it!

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