Probaditas de Morelia

First Mexican wedding. Fun but not really that different from a typical wedding in the U.S. I was expecting mariachis, big hats, lots of mustaches, and a part of the ceremony where we all fire our pistols into the air. "Arriba, arriba...andale!"

But alas, no dangerous gun play this time. Instead we enjoyed a healthy bit of dancing, a pasta dinner, cute little kids in suits and dresses, a happy bride and groom, and a funny old guy from Canada who wore the ever fashionable short-sleeve dress shirt and danced in a fantastically stiff manner. Marisol baked the wedding cake. It was covered in white roses and looked incredible.