And the handsome groom.
There was love and affection (and too many speeches and the always dubious 'entertainment organized by the guests').
There was the freezing beachfront ceremony (and a little flatter place than the anticipated Møns Klint, which ended up being 13 kilometers away).
And the maternity dress covered by a luckily rather windproof spur-of-the-moment-purchase coat.
There were drinks.
And food.
And two wrong cakes. (They were supposed to be pink and round.)
There was the accommodation (i.e. the reason for driving back into Copenhagen at 2AM).
There was rural atmosphere.
And some more rural atmosphere.
And s little more rural atmosphere.
After being perceived as the weird picture-happy South African Finnish girl (?) there was something more to drink.
There was a Danish tradition to do with cutting some socks up.
There was some general standing around.
And lots of sitting down.
That went on until the small hours.
As all good weddings should.
I love Denmark.
