On this year’s longest day we made the next step into adulting: putting rings on each other, signing papers, saying the big “yes”.
After we got the necessary paper work figured out, we dressed fancy and headed out to the town hall to become wife and husband.
All pictures were taken by Simon. He’s the best. Check out his stuff on his website (simonbephotography.com) and his flickr. I couldn’t think of a better person to follow us around on the day, not only because I really like his photography, but mostly because he is a very close friend.
An unexpected police action heavily delayed our train and therefore our arrival at the town hall. A first taxi didn’t show, the second one delivered us to the town hall.
We had to run though.
German marriage is a weird mix between bureaucratic requirements and lots of signed papers and a rather tacky ceremony with warm words from a total stranger and a rose bed for the rings.
We awkwardly sat in our chairs waiting for the official representative to finish his speech. I in particular didn’t know what to do with my hands. There was a massive gap between us and the huge table. It was weird in many ways.
We decided after a long thinking to have the bureaucratic ceremony just on our own. After all this was not the most important part for us. That is celebrating with our friends and family, which we did on that night and will do later this year in a bigger party. We pretty much dressed fancy for a town hall appointment.
Despite some minor trouble we managed to not only get married, but also got some beautiful photos in the process. Again, I can’t thank Simon enough for his work on that day. We couldn’t be happier with the photos.
That day was ended with a lovely dinner with our family. The next morning we headed off to our honey moon: Venice.