Some weekends weddings come and dance through the day, all is cake. Things are in a flow & we sing in the car back home. This past Saturday was a bit more on the try and error (and then try again) side. On the way to the ceremony my navigation system got all confused by a series of construction sights and we ended up on a tiny mountain lane in the black forest. My gut told me this is not a good idea and the road said, there is only one way, and that is through. So we crawled up the hill. To my total terror and despair got stuck between the mountain rock and another car, parking in a minuscule bend on the road.
Long story short, this being the first accident I ever produced, it took me all I got to not melt down on the spot & crawl under the car. My heavenly assistant kept her nerves and helped me to juggle the car inch by inch. The best man (bless him) came to our rescue and got us to the ceremony.
Looking back on this day I was overwhelmed by all the kindness with which we were met. Everybody who came over to chat had only caring words. Even if I was not as collected and calm as I might have been for the rest of the day, we laughed and giggled as much as ever during the portrait time.
Truths wich we took away from this adventure are:
A piece of left over Flammkuchen (tarte flambée) never tasted as good as on the parking lot of the police station one hour before midnight.
And the words of our soundtrack of the day - Guardians of the Galaxy - "ain´t no mountain high enough ... to keep me from getting to you..." suddenly had a total different meaning.
Happy Monday to ya´ll!
Keep on pressing forward, even with those Black Forest mountain kind of rocks in your way.
PS, we still sang in the car on our way home, from the bottom of our lungs. ;)
