Airports & Time Differences
Back in the beginning of August, I was fortunate enough to photograph Lauren & Gordon’s wedding at Garden of the Gods. The details, the love, and the energy took my breath away. But instead of focusing on just one day, I’d like to take you back to the beginning. In Lauren’s words, here is how their story unfolds:
“In the summer of 2015, a couple of friends and I decided to travel Europe. We all started together in Greece for a couple weeks, then I went to Copenhagen on an adventure of my own, with plans to meet again in Oslo in a week.
After we said our goodbyes in Athens, I hopped on my flight to Denmark-- landed, got a cab to my downtown hostel, checked in and got settled. Then, I headed down to the bar to sort out my evening plans, and snag a drink.
While I was at the bar, a guy walked up to me and commented on the beer I ordered, and inevitably noticed I was American (he was Canadian). After a stint of banter, he mentioned that he and his roommate were going to dinner and asked if I wanted to come. I turned around to see another guy and they didn't immediately seem like the kind of guys to kidnap me from a hostel in a foreign country, so I agreed.
We walked the canals, got dinner and drinks...did some mid-summer, late-evening sightseeing (it's light for seemingly ever that time of year...), more drinks, music, laughter and finally, much later, heading back to the hostel. It should be noted that throughout the evening, Gordon (the roommate) was decidedly NOT into me and bordered on...a little mean? HA! I wish there was a nicer way to say this! Along with him being British, he promises that he was simply not getting in the way of his friend who was...apparently actually interested in me.
By the end of the night, guy #1 and I had exchanged names and information to keep up after we parted ways. I asked for Gordon's last name so we could keep up, and in drunken, British, sarcastic manner, he said he, "wasn't sure he wanted me to have his last name..." so in response, I turned on my heel and headed upstairs to bed, presumably never to see him again.
The next morning, he had messaged me (getting my info from guy #1) asking if i'd like to meet up for a glass of wine in Oslo in 3 days when he arrived.
I said yes, and we spent the long Norwegian evening together having a beautiful and spontaneous reunion like old friends.
The rest, as they say, is history.
We've been traveling back and forth ever since, and it didn't take us long to figure out that all the airports and time differences were worth it.”
Let’s raise a glass to a beautiful marriage, and to a beautiful life filled with airports & time differences spent with the ones we love.
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