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Invitations… who knew that there were so many different kinds.  I mean I know about fonts.  I like to play with fonts at work, and one important person where I work even decided that we all had to switch to “hoefler” text as soon as she started her in her position (I now use this font all the time...).  I suppose it was her way of putting her mark on the place.  But as we sat there browsing through one invite after the next my eyes started to glaze over.  I clearly knew what I did not want, but how could I even begin to decide what I wanted?  I started thinking that there was no way in hell that I was going to spend money when it came to invitations.  I could just draw something up, maybe use a little photoshop, throw it in “iPhoto” and be done with the whole thing.  And then I spoke to Christi, and she said that was not going to happen.  She started to talk about the different kinds of paper and embossing and the tissue paper that overlays the invites and the reception cards and the lining of the envelope, etc. etc…  I started to feel a bit ill.  I saw the dollar signs increasing monumentally in my head as she spoke, and as far as tissue went, the only tissue that would be involved in my wedding would be there for people to wipe their eyes – I mean it does look nice on the invites, but I am just not that formal, and Hector is not either.  It was then, at that exact moment that I started to freak out, just a little bit.  I am a planner, I love to plan, but planning an event like this, the ultimate party for myself could be nothing less than extraordinary and I had to be mindful of everyone and everything.

Is it time for the honeymoon yet?


Somewhere I have never travelled, gladley to

Dr boys

So like one of my favorite e.e. cummings poems, I had never traveled to the Dominican Republic before.  And when I arrived, it was not the same Dominican Republic that I had heard about years ago... The first time I heard about the DR was on a beach in the Bahamas while working at Club Med.  There is also a Club Med in the DR - Punta Cana to be specific.  It conjured up images of palm trees, pristine beaches, tropical drinks, and guests running around acting like teenagers as they try to do as much as they can in the course of their 7-night holiday.  However, I was not going on a Club Med vacation.  No, instead I was going to meet my future family and stay with them for a few days at their home in Santo Domingo.  I had an idea of what to expect.  I have traveled lots of places and spent time living in the Bahamas and Mexico.  How different could it be?

Upon arrival we were welcomed by a tropical rain fall that covered the ground in sheets and did not let up for hours to come.  Welcome to the Caribbean, I thought to myself, as I walked underneath the covering just outside of the "arrivals" section at the airport.  Even with the rain, I felt a comfort level that often arrives when I land in a tropical place:  between the air, the palm trees, and the view of the ocean, I anticipated the tastes and flavors of Latin Caribbean food.

  Along with the food, we were able to see some of the local art work in the Old City...


We were invited to see the airing of local laundry...

And visited with the the locals...

No, the trip was not like my days in Club Med.  It was beautiful, gorgeous, and more than I can imagine.  I cannot wait to go back.