After feasting on local bread, cheese, jam, peaches & apples we headed in to the town for a walk around. Turns out our apartment probably couldn't have been any further away from the wedding location but Zermatt is very compact so walking from one side of the town to the other only takes about 30 minutes.
Well, it would take 30 minutes if you weren't constantly craning up at the mountains and taking pictures of the horse drawn carts and charming chalets…then it takes a couple of hours.
A BIT ABOUT ZERMATT
The town of Zermatt is in the German speaking part of Switzerland. The name is derived from Zur Matte (by the meadow).
Long ago it was also know as something similar to Prato Borno (Italian/French) with Prato also meaning meadow. On all sides are the high mountains of the Pennine Alps. The Matterhorn towers in view of the town.
There's also a train up to the Glaciers - again next time!! According to Wiki about half the working population is employed in the hotel and leisure industry. It excellent for skiing, hiking and stargazing.
Learn more about Zermatt on it's official website!
After a few hours walking about we headed back to get ready for the main event. Rockin' Roy wore his kilt suit - pain in the backside to cart about in a backpack. Side note, Rockin' Roy may have been with me for 12 years but he's had the same backpack for almost 20!!! Excellent buy, Rockin' Roy's mum, excellent buy.
The kilt suit was actually my fathers that he 'bequeathed' to Rockin' Roy for our wedding day. It's nice to have my husband wear my family tartan!
My dress was from the wonderful Lindy Bop. Delighted with it - will be buying more for all other occasions! My hat is a vintage 1950's piece from Starry Starry Night. My shoe are from Rieker, my mum got them but they didn't fit so I inherited them!
Their service was a triumph, which may seem like an odd way to describe it but the single most important part of any wedding is that it truly reflects the people who are joining their lives together (yes and love and all that but that's part of reflecting who they are and what their relationship is, to each other and those they have chosen to be there.)
The happy couple succeeded in a ceremony which was elegant, intimate and profound - all things which embody who they are and how they relate to the world.
With an Irish celebrant over from Geneva leading proceedings the service was conducted part in English, part French and included the congregation singing together songs by the Beatles and Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terell.
The bride's dress was specially made for her by her tailor back in China (she's a little tall for many of the local Hong Kong shops where the couple currently live).
Following the thank you's and announcements we commenced to dinner! The couple are big foodies - they love to trawl city markets and try new cuisines so I knew we were in for a treat. To start we had salad, proscuitto & melon, and langoustines with papaya & avocado. Being veggie I mostly just had a plate of melon & avocado! Next came the pasta. Oh my lord…the pasta. With roasted peppers, ruccola & goats cheese. As we were eating the pasta course I did lean over to Rockin' Roy and said: "I apologise, for this is about to be most ridiculously middle class thing I have ever said in my entire life but… I think I'm going through some kind of 'goats cheese awakening'." Luckily Rockin' Roy didn't ask for a divorce there and then and dump me outside Waitrose, he just laughed at me instead - deservedly so.
Our main was Tagliata di Vitello with risotto and mediterranean veg. Perfect creamy risotto and flavourful vegetables. Desert came much later in the form of not one, not two, not even three but four different options!! Chocolate cherry cake, strawberry cake, raspberry panna cotta, and apricot cake. I went last and had apricot cake as the fruit is a local speciality.
We managed to grab the blissful couple for just long enough to thrust a bottle of Glen Fiddich into the hands. In truth we did not find much time to catch up with them and could not afford to stay for longer to take part in some of the group dinners & walks they had arranged but it was still really wonderful to be there and watch them on the day. Hopefully we'll find another opportunity sometime soon to catch up - when they are a bit less busy!!
It's very tough to find any time for yourself on the day as a bride or groom. I made myself go for a little five minute walk alone on my wedding day and just drank in the forest memorising the moment, the feeling - this is it! One of the best days of my life and though I don't intend to get married ever again, I hope there are more equally unique and wonderful days to come in the future.
Irresistible Ida and I used to work as actual park attendants many moons ago… We ran a pavilion looking after mini-golf, trampolines, and ice creams from 9am to 10pm all through the summer after high school. We may or may not have abused the privilege of keys to large scale trampolines and ice creams at 3am after clubbing that year... It was in the days before Facebook - YOU CAN'T PROVE ANYTHING.
It was a great job expect for being poorly paid, without breaks and only one of both of our multiple round the clock summer jobs. And we had to clean the toilets everyday. Good practise for life… everyone should work in the service industry for a while, it makes you a better person. Props to all those doing it full time! You're all gorram heroes.
The following day we had to head off to Geneva so caught the train back to the city along the beautiful folk legend worthy rail line with our other school friend Captivating Cat. For one night we stayed at the airport Ibis (which has a free taxi shuttle to and from the airport) and ate baby bell cheeses & brioche from the supermarket by the train station while watching old BBC mystery dramas set in an unfeasibly foggy Victorian London until we crashed out at 7pm.
Unfortunately that meant we woke up at midnight and couldn't get back to sleep. Back on the shuttle at 5am we were in modern day London by 8.15am then the National Express to Victoria then a 3 hour wait for the Megabus which took us back to Glasgow… after 10 looonnnng hour of driving across the UK. Again despite there being direct flights to Glasgow from Geneva this insane route and hotel actually cost less than one plane ticket for that particular day and it meant we could break up all the parts we were paying for over a couple of months. When I originally costed the travel we were looking at close to 800 quid on the journey alone (for both of us) I managed to get that down to about 260 quid - but obviously we paid a lot more in time and comfort! This meant we could, y'know, afford to get a room and eat and stuff. Despite the arduous journey it was entirely worth it and a wonderful, if exhausting, few days.
It has fired up the travel bug in me though. Danger! I will be travelling a fair bit for work during the rest of this year but have already starting cultivating plans for 2015… Rockin' Roy despairs a bit because we basically live off lentils for the last three weeks of every month at the moment but I think he secretly enjoys when I do my evil genius face and rub my hands together over sky scanner because he knows I'm damned good at research! We are going away for his birthday in December to a place with things and people for four days. No spoilers, it's a surprise!