I’m sitting in our bed, trying to digest a heavy breakfast I’ve had two hours ago. At least something was heavy enough to put me down, and stop me for a moment. I promised myself months ago I will resist scrolling. I was also never a good reader, and I’m starting to realize I’m more into writing down my own thoughts than reading from others. So as bizare as it sounds, a greesy Serbian “Burek” gave me no other choice but to write.
It’s a kind of a date with myself I’m having. Not scrolling trough other people’s lives, not worriing about what future brings, and not being hard on myself for what I’ve done or not done in the past. Fingers start tapping on the iPad screen and word by word, there comes a story of a moment I was present for once.
I know, this makes no sense, and you are here for a wedding story. And it is actually. Just as this stone in my stomach gave me a reason to think today, a cancelled flight on our way to this beyond incredible French wedding put us into an instance of presence. With no other available flights and just over a dozen hours, we had to make it from Milan to La Baule-Escoublac.
“A car rental will do it.
So we sat in this can with four wheels for 11 hours until we were there. What we’ve discovered on this road trip was a story we never knew about us… What happened on this weekend of love is a story about Cécile and Dirshaye, the one you came here for in the first place. It’s told by capturing light reflections on things and people we’ve seen, felt and met… And will never forget.
– Day one –
– Day two –