My (sister's) big fat jewish wedding!

Wow wow wow!

My sister just got married in Paris, and it was the most amazing wedding I've ever been too! Let me walk you through it step by step.

On Wednesday it was the ceremony at city hall, and as many guests as possible (including the bride and groom!!) wore their national costumes:


The official ceremony was conducted in French, so I didn't really understand too much (and when I say "not too much" i mean "not a damn shit") but when they got to the OUI part, I must admit I started tearing up.

After we went to eat cakes and have coffee, and according to Jewish tradition the bride and groom were showered with gifts (aka christmas eve) - something to think about for future weddings? OUI.

The next day, Thursday 21.May was the day of the "real" wedding!
And the location was Chateau de Villiers just outside Paris


The bride was gorgeous


and after the ceremony, just like in the movies, the groom got to step on a plate and break it! Mazel tov!!

We still don't know why the groom is so tall!


The wedding party got started with a bang with the "traditional" waltz:


And the dancing just continued! The bride and groom were thrown up and down on a big sheet and on carried on chairs (the parents too)




The night continued with dancing, good food, alcohol, and fun! :)

My sister is married!! :O

The rest of the days were spent sightseeing


with a baguette...MON baguette!


And we even got time to meet this crazy gal


To do another kind of "sightseeing"


And a picture for the road (my face when Madcon, a norwegian group, comes on the radio in Paris)

MON BAGUETTE!!

Hey there world!

AK is finally back where she belongs, in the heart of Trondheim, aka Moholt Studentby. I must say, life has been somehow more difficult without her. For instance it was suddenly not that many big dinnerparties in our kitchen anymore, as a result of this i found myself in such a bad state that I stopped going home after uni and stayed out all night (this happened maximum one time), or I didnt get up in the morning at all (this happened more than once). On top of this I struggled with the fact that there was no singing around me anymore, no singing spiced up with a lot of laughter, the melody of life flowing through the building had dissapered. And the worst part of it all, there were no more tall, sexy, morena chica lying on my bed after a night downtown, and noone to help me get the people out and about when I wanted to sleep.

Now everything is so much better, spring has arrived, and we just (I'm slow, I know) got back to this wonderful town after a 3-week-roadtrip including New York, Washington DC, Boston and Lofoten, AK was waiting for us when we came home ... I feel the melody is on its way back in trough the front door.

-Ida-

PS. A résumé from both trips will come soon, I just need to fulfill my duties as a groupmember writing a kind of importaint paper first.