Poor us. We spent eight days last week at the southern tip of Baja, in 85-degree weather, looking out with astonishment at the view above from our hammock. Yes, there are really places in the world that don't need to be Photoshopped to look like that.Jen's sister Rebekah got married, and so did Jason, and even to each other. It was freakin' gorgeous, the whole thing. It could hardly not be when it happened on this beach. I mean, really.
Here is the chuppah blowing in the wind before the ceremony. (I don't have photos of the ceremony, because I was videotaping it. Just trust me that it made your eyes hurt. The dresses were this amazing plum color, and yellow flowers, and...yeah.)The water, in case you're wondering, is clear and relatively warm, and twenty yards off the beach you look down and see schools of beautiful tropical fish.
And now we're home. Um, hooray? Our house is still only semi-livable and maddeningly disorganized. We do have a bathtub--not installed, but we have one. We don't have walls per se, but we're getting there. It is not gorgeous and tropical. I did laundry yesterday in our filthy chaotic basement and washed the lingering perfume of sunscreen and salt water out of our clothes. Still, I'm strangely, perversely glad to be back.
