I love being surprised! And surprised I was when I ventured to the top floor of Hotel Moreno for breakfast. I had no idea that it would open up to a rooftop with sweeping views of the city (it also had some inviting sunbeds that I took advantage of post-breakfast so that my food could digest properly).
Then it was time to conquer our endless to-do list. As with most weddings, problems were arising left and right, causing the stress to quickly build. I had yet to meet the florist that my wedding planner Julie had chosen to work with. Thus, we felt it important that I stop by for an introduction and to go over the final plans one last time. Several people had recommended La Mejor Flor to Julie and in all of her dealings with them she had been impressed.
Lucas and I arrived earlier than Julie and waited for her outside of the store. Once we discovered that she was running behind schedule, we decided to go inside and since I was determined to document everything, I asked if there were any problems with me taking photos and was told no. However, after taking a couple of photos, a woman who had been in the back of the store appeared and in a very impolite way told me to put down the camera. We explained that we had been given the authority to take photos and that they were in fact our wedding vendor and yet I was still treated with utter disrespect. Thankfully, in that moment Julie arrived and took control of the situation, as I was very close to firing them. I did not leave our meeting feeling confident, though I had no other choice than to trust in their reputation.
We still had much more to do, but the threeof us decided that we needed to regroup and the best way to do that was over drinks. We headed to our favorite nearby watering hole, Mott, where we were confident that we could find our calm amidst the chaos.
My family was arriving the next day and this was definitely a large part of the stress I was experiencing. My Mom is deathly afraid to fly and there was a strong possibility that she might not even get onto the plane. Thankfully, my Dad and brother were with her and they promised me that she would make it to Buenos Aires. It is astonishing that someone like me, who feels the most comfortable when on a plane, can share the same genetics with a woman whose greatest fear in life is flying. The last thing my Mom said to me before I walked through security just days before were, “When our plane crashes, you must promise me you will still get married.” Not quite the words of wisdom this bride-to-be was looking for! That night I went to bed knowing that in the morning I would be surprised yet again, though this time it would not be regarding the hotel, rather it would be whether or not I would see my Mom at the airport?