My Last Weekend in Antananarive

May 15, 2010
We went to a wedding reception of Colby and Ravaka. We arrived around 1:00 PM. No sooner had we arrived, when Colby flopped down in a chair next to me, put his arms around me and shouted, “I know you are married, and so am I, but I don’t care. I want this picture, and I want my wedding pictures in your blog, for the world to see.” Not sure what world, but Colby’s world in that particular moment. Colby was the happiest groom I have ever met. He was everywhere, he was three-sheets to the wind already when we took the picture, and he made people welcome. In other words, he was a happy drunk, and very happy to be married to Ravaka. My stay in Madagascar was a short ride, but a good one. Ending my stay participating at such an event was the highlight of my short visit to this country. I hope you all enjoy the wedding reception pictures as I did while taking them. Actually, since I am in most of the pictures, my husband took them. Lots of love going around.

And oh yes, we walked back home, tired and happy, with the Wilsons when the sun was already down, way down. My feet and calves were painful. It was a good reception indeed, more like a great "normal" party where we all laughed, danced, and had fun!!! No mojitos, lots of mimosas.

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