Despite her exhaustion, Nancy wanted to get a few photos in the garden outside our room. In her wedding gown, but barefoot and without her veil (which took 10 minutes and 5 waiters to get out of her hair), my bride stepped outside.
Two couples in a group were enjoying some wine in the garden. They offered to take some pictures of the two of us together. Turns out they were Norweigan, as was my grandmother on my father's side. We exchanged some pleasantries, and the husband of one couple asked who I thought was going to win the U.S. presidential election. He was hoping it would be Obama, and he reminded me that we were a superpower and should act carefully because of that. His wife quickly shut him down, chastising him in Norweigan for talking politics with us on our wedding night. While they were arguing, and under cover of darkness, we slipped behind the gate to our room and disappeared for the night.
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