Last Sunday five of us went to Pisac to go see two amazing people from Paru Paru get married.
These two amazing people were my host parents. It felt like going home as we stepped into a bus leaving Urubamba. Going to this wedding felt as if was a form of closure. Perhaps our last time to see our friends who ever so kindly welcomed us into their homes.
The ceremony in the church was beautiful! It was spoken in mostly Quecha and some Spanish. Once Elardia and Cesar said their vows they had their two daughters, Norma and Andrea, get baptized. Once the ceremony ended the church was crowded outside by tourist taking photographs who did not seem to belong in that space. I could get into this and rant about the disrespectful nature of unsolicited photography but I’d rather not…
Once we arrived to where the celebration would be held it was clear we were not going to be flies on the fall. Of course, they set up a long table for our group right next to Cesar, Elardia and their wedding party. We were at the center of the entire room, technically their guests of honor.
My favorite part of the whole wedding was spending time with Andrea. This girl and I are best friends. She is 5 and I am 24, we do not speak the same language but when we’re together it’s constant happiness. I’ll never forget the smile she gave me when she realized who I was. She came running at me, ducking under a table and plopped herself on my lap for the following couple hours. She consistently picked on Noah, shared my meals and laughed uncontrollably.
As we’re settling into our homestays in Urubamba it’s beginning to feel more like home. The wedding was a wonderful celebration and a turn of a page in our travels here in South America. Currently I have been blessed with another amazing host family who is always making me feel at home, as I try to finish writing this sentence, but my host sister and I can’t stop laughing at the silliest things.