The start of the morning was a bit rushed, with a quick trip
to the hairdresser in the local town. Unfortunately, we were running late but I
had a great present. Hugrun, our wedding co-ordinator who is at schoo in
Reykjavik this week was in reception to help with the day. It was like
Christma, no worries in the world anymore, Hugrun knew the wedding back to
front, inside out. From then I was chilled, chatting away with the local hair
dressers and trying to pronounce the name of the famous volcano. Back at the
hotel for make up and then on with the dress. I felt like Cinderella, Aunty had
to put my shoes on for me.
Tom was first to arrive for some pre-wedding snaps, and I
won’t forget the look on his face. Then dad arrive and I had already told him
that he wasn’t allowed to cry, or he would set me off. Then it was time to walk
down the aisle, slowly as the song ‘songbird’ by Eva Cassidy played. Half way
down the paparazzi started, then I joined Ali at the front. Having to give Dad
a kiss on his head first of course. We held hands, Elisabeth welcomed everyone,
then Jen read ‘the art of marriage’ poem that we found in Sandringham. Phil
then read a very personalised ‘saga’ about us meeting, our families and
friends. We had our vows, said ‘yes’ instead of ‘I do’ by mistake, the rings
given to us by Olivia and Caitlin and then the kiss, and exit to the song
‘defying gravity’.
We then greeted everyone, had fruit juice and canapés, and
went to the waterfall in the car. Getting me in the car was like an episode of
Gypsy weddings with netting everywhere. At the waterfall, the coat was off and
I started to turn to ice, it was so cold. We had our pictures by
Seljalandsfoss, then onto the bridge. Trouble was, it was so icy. I went up
sideways, and could hear the giggles but then everyone else had to have a go,
then they saw why I had my technique J
It’s all on film. By this time I was turning purple so it was back in the car,
heating up to 30 degrees and back to the hotel for hot chocolate and Skyr cake
which we love. The chef did such an amazing job, they looked amazing.
Then started the quizzes, dingbats and crosswords all about
Ali and I. The horns won against the rattles. Off to our suite for a break,
some more pictures, then it was back to the room for pre dinner drinks and the
dinner of salmon, chicken and then chocolate cake. At the starters we were on
one table, main course we were on another, then dessert on another. Phil made
his speech, by telling everyone the story of my name, the kayaking in Jamaica
and Amanda’s wedding. Everyone was in stitches.
We danced our first dance to ‘I’m sexy and I know it’,
followed by march of the mods which all of my family did, then gangnam style. Half
way through, Aunty announced that the Northern Lights were outside so off we
went, snow trousers under my dress and coat on..so elegant. They really shone,
Ali and I stood in the car park, amazed at how lucky we are for the Northern
Lights to shine on our wedding day!
Back in the warm, more dancing. By this time, we had Gangnam
style down, we conga’d, agadoo’d, music manned….then ‘oopps upside your head’
with me at the front of the boat. Is it a Bristolian thing? Brigitte and Carol
did ballroom dancing which was stunning, then Phil and Cous Cous had an ‘American
Pie’ style dance off. It had to be seen, it was absolutely hilarious and
something never to forget. In between dances, we watched the Northern Lights.
All day, I just kept seeing Jemma with a video camera and tripod, doing an
amazing job for us.
At night, we asked everyone to leave their shoes outside
their door for the Icelandic yuletide lads to drop some treats in, if they have
been good. My parents took it to the extreme, there must have been 12 pairs of
shoes outside their door! So, on our wedding night, while everyone was asleep,
the yuletide lads crept through the corridors delivering treats…and cracking up
at mum and dad’s doorway of shoes, including the slippers from the room!.
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