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Technically, this was not really a Mayan wedding ceremony because they are performed in the Mayan language and this ceremony was performed in English. That’s okay, it was Mayan enough for me.
We shed our shoes and walked down to the beach, two by two.
He invited Zung and I to kneel down. I gotta tell ya, I stayed in this position the entire time and my feet and shins actually fell asleep. Zung quickly shifted to tailor sitting. I could have also, but that really wouldn’t have gone with the dress.
The Shaman blew that conch thing he was holding and it sounded very musical. Then he invited our four guests to blow the conch things that were there for them. Not quite as musical.
I overheard Nicholas say during the ceremony, “This is so cool. This is how I want to get married.”
Details of the ceremony were fuzzy almost immediately after, but I do have some lovely pictures. They tell a pretty good story.
I do remember him waving some smoke around, and he had this drink he called “balche” what we drank. It was kind of sweet.
There were bowls of corn and cacao beans. The Shaman had made necklaces out of them and had us pull them out of the bowls and we exchanged the necklaces and put them around each other’s necks.
Zung really liked his.
He had us throw the flowers and corn and cacao into the ocean.
Then it was over. There were hugs and kisses.
It had been so much fun, and meaningful and memorable. Sharing it with our children was such a joy.
There was no stress, just fun and celebration.
Yes, there was much celebrating (and picture taking) to come.