After lots of paperwork, photocopies and train trips to San Miguel, we were finally ready and able to get married in San Miguel, Buenos Aires. On May 30th we tied the knot in a little registro civil in San Miguel. To me San Miguel feels like real Argentina, dirt and grime, the real nitty gritty, real Argentina. Dusty, dirty, smelly, full of characters, buses, old rusty cars, stray dogs, trash, puddles, dirt and concrete.

Mom and dad arrived from the airport the day of the wedding and were able to take a taxi straight from the airport to San Miguel and the wedding. They were waiting in the taxi when I showed up after taking the train and a Remis. It was weird to see them in such a place and moms English hello rang out like a screeching eagle in the desert. It was nice and amazing to have them in Argentina for such a special and important day.

It was fun showing them parts of Argentina that most tourist would never see. The chaotic, dirty streets of San Miguel.

The wedding was nice and quick, exactly how we had planned it. After the wedding in the civil registry we took two remises to the temple. Dad was hurting but he never complained, which is amazing after surgery and kidney stones and kidney infections. We made it to the temple and things were great. The wedding was very nice and romantic.

A day never to forget.

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