Sunday was a special day – we visited the place where, we have definitely decided, we will tie the knot.
Stepping through the heavy wooden doors into the gardens to Finca Casa Esquileo felt so familiar – but this time, with J’s parents Linda and Pepe with us, it felt official.
I think we were both a little nervous about what they would think. Would they like it, or would they think it was just too much hard work?
Like old pros – and with the help of the owner Rodrigo of course – we showed them around.
The pretty garden that’ll make a great place to hold the welcome cocktail. The rustic old banquet hall, with the 18th Century graffiti on the walls. And the old preserved house where we can do the family photos.
For the first 20 minutes it was hard to tell what they thought. But when Linda got her phone out and started taking pictures I knew.
“So what do you think?” I asked her, when Rodrigo and Pepe were busy debating which king of Spain was the best in history.
“I love it,” she said “It’ll take a lot of work, but it’ll be really great. The only thing is we’ll have to be careful to make sure it doesn’t look to empty, but we can work around that.”
She’s right. If you put 250 people in the hall it’ll look cosy. But our 100 people might look a bit lonely.
But that’s a small point. The only other thing we really need to decide is when to start proceedings. In Spain weddings kick off late, and go on till late. But the venue – and the cute little church which is just 100 yards away- would really look better in the bright light of day.
Anyway, those are all finer details. The main thing is, we have our venue. And we have our date – September 17. Two very important things. Now everything seems more real than ever.
Because we’re actually going to do it. We’re going to get married, and we’re going to do it there.
And even though we’re in the grip of winter and your breath freezes in front of your face and your toes are icy slivers in your shoes, I can see it as summer with my heart’s wet eyes.
I can see the tables all laid out, with place names for all the people I love most in the world. I can see my Dad stood up at the top table, thanking everyone for coming (and probably saying something horribly embarrassing, all meant in the best possible way). I can see us swaying across the dance floor, taking tentative steps into the next chapter.
I can see it all – now I just have to make it happen.