Getting Married in Veracruz

Ok, just to make this clear: Naturally, I didn’t get married in Veracruz. But a friend’s close friend did and I had the great chance to go along. Just some observations:

Even those traditional Catholic Mexicans can be pretty pragmatic. Get pregnant, get married seems to be the deal. Still, not to be unfair: the couple seemed to be very genuinely in love.
Mexican lateness goes all the way — getting to the wedding service half an hour late is no problem. (Oh, no, supposedly it starts at 6:30 — just that it started at 6:00 already.)
Having your wedding reception right on the beach isn’t half bad. It was held in a modest beach-side resort, around the pool, with some of the tables sitting a mere 20m from the water. It was beautifully decorated with candles and lanterns all over the place and serenaded by romantic ballads. More than once I heard somebody (including, I might note, myself) say “god knows when I get married or to whom but it’s going to be here.”
Yeah, and: sitting on a table full of the bride’s girlfriends and having somebody’s cute little sister teach you how to dance Mexican style can be, ehm, fun. (I hope you know I’m a good guy, so don’t get this one wrong. )