Far Flung

Sarah and Jeremiah finally got in touch from the medieval city of Dubrovnik where they are breathing in the salty smell of the bright blue Adriatic sea.

Here's an excerpt from Sarah's colorful update (edited slightly for length).

Our first while was wonderfully filled with Dave and Lidija's wedding. The highlight was definitely the false bride ceremony that took place before the wedding. Almost 50 of us walked through the village to Lidija's house with Dave, led by a traditional band. The band included a bass, which somehow comfortably became a marching instrument. Once we arrived, the best man helped Dave bargain for Lidija's hand. Finally (after a couple of rounds of plum brandy) they sent out a 'woman' dressed in white. Yet, Dave and the best man would have none of this 'bride,' with her decidedly masculine appearance and deep voice. Lidija finally came out, with all of her neighbours and family looking on. And we proceeded to eat and drink more, with the band playing away. The day went on from there. They were married in the city hall, in the old part of Varazdin, after which we sat sipping coffees amongst the cobbled streets and ancient buildings. At the reception, not only did Jeremiah get his 'roast animal on a spit' at 2:30 in the morning, but the lamb and goat were roasted over charcoal (the gold standard, for those who don't know).