I still remember that Clarence Day — that whole weekend — quite vividly . I get goosebumps thinking about it . December 31 , 2012 .
That was the proficient day of my life ( thus far ) and it was fill with so much joy , love , laughter , tears , and of course , tequila . Because you ca n’t have a marriage in Mexico without tequila , and that alone brought both laughter and rent ( the latter , mostly the break of the day after ) .
I had hintedlast yearthat my then - fiancé and I were searching the Gold Coast of Northern Baja for an appropriate venue that finger veryus — us meaning no highrise hotels , no distinguished resorts , no churches or courthouses . We ’re surfers and snowboarder , climbers and kayakers — in short , a everyday couple with a dear for being outside . But regain an outside venue in the middle of winter was hit or miss .
The Gold Coast is not too far to the south of the San Diego margin , so its weather is like to San Diego yr - rotund . December can be sunny and warm or cool and nebulous — usually both , and often in the same day . We take our chances with a Rommany - inhale beach wedding on a beautiful stretch of sandy coastline that sees few other visitors , which made it the perfect setting for us .
Right in between Rosarito and Ensenada is a little - acknowledge small town ring La Misión , and it ’s known mostly to surfers who come to ride its burly beach break call La Fonda .
Sitting right in front of this prisonbreak is a tiny , wizard , Spanish - style hotel with only 12 rooms for rent . Poco Cielo — broadly speaking translate to mean “ little heaven . ” And it was .
It does n’t bet like much from the exterior , but enter through the wrought - iron Bill Gates and all of a sudden you find yourself in a rustic , homey , house - owned hostelry with brick walls , hand - painted wall painting , colorful string lights , Sir Henry Joseph Wood - burningchimeneas , and the most magnificent view of La Fonda from the bench , as well as miles of empty coastline in either counselling .
Poco Cielo sit on a hundred - understructure cliff above the beach , which affords it amazing dolphin sightings at breakfast ( and dejeuner , and even dinner ) . Last yr I spot a pod of at least five dolphins from my bed ! It was a glorious way to fire up up .
Climb down a couplet hundred stairs and you ’ll find yourself on the sand … often by yourself , and sometimes in the company of a horse trotting along the shore . It feels like old Mexico , even though California is only an minute away .
Our marriage was on a Monday — New Year ’s Eve 2012 . Our home and admirer started make it on Saturday , and from the first rung of margarita drink at twelve noon on the terrace , it was loud , exciting , and high energy all the way of life — in spite of the atmospheric condition .
The days lead up to the marriage let loose the most harebrained weather I ’d ever seen in the three age we ’ve been belong down there for New Year ’s Eve . It was pouring one day , then come the next . Hail … in Mexico of all places . It was so cold that we all joked we felt like we were on a ski trip together — everyone in their down jackets and wool mitten and Ugg boots . ( An upside to all that inhuman was that everybody brought home a beautiful Mexican cover as a souvenir . I ’m pretty sure our 65 - person wedding party party single - handedly wiped out the town ’s entire stock of blankets for the winter ! )
And even though most duet would be freaking about the weather and frantically drawing up a Plan B , we had no such panic .
Each night I will the weather graven image to send us their large , baddest storms — and to get it all out of the way so that we ’d be blessed with sunshine on our wedding day , the only 24-hour interval where weather condition really mattered . In fact , we had so much religious belief in some form of divine intervention — channeling the “ secret , ” I presuppose — that we did n’t even trouble oneself with a Plan B. We were Plan A all the way .
After a thunderous dark with a cold snap in the air , we woke up on New Year ’s Eve to blind , brainy cheerfulness blazing through our window . To describe our utter shock and absolute delight would be an understatement . The cloudless sky , the warm windless melodic line … I wanted to pinch myself . Just like that , the atmospheric condition god smiled down on us .
I almost do n’t want to recite the remainder of the day because I fear I would n’t be able to do it jurist . I would n’t be capable to describe the wacky , sisterly , raucous , rockin’-to - the - iPod dawn I spent getting ready with my best girlfriends … the flutter I feel when I expect in the mirror for the first time after the dress , hair and composition were all in order , and date that I was actually abride … the nervous / excited anticipation of do my entrance to Jack Johnson ’s “ Angel , ” thrum and tattle by an amazing friend , and seeing the watchword “ Will loves you ” written in the sand … the overwhelming waves of sexual love and gratitude that came over me as I wait around our circle and realized that every individual person was there to celebrateus … and the vow that I ’d written only a hebdomad before the marriage ceremony , vows which felt so perfect in my heart and which I could only hope were merit of Will .
We eschewed many ( most ) of the wedding custom and centered our ceremony around the weaving of a God ’s eye(Ojo de Dios ) . settle in Mexican history , a God ’s centre is a spectral object weave with yarn and wood and create in celebration of a lifespan event . The weaving of a God ’s centre often require meditation or prayer , with the weaver finch focalise all of his positive energy , Hope and aspiration into the yarn .
We passed a ball of yarn around the circle , with each of our sleep with one holding on to a bit , everyone plug in to another . For several hour , we postulate them to think about a beautiful memory that we had all shared , or perhaps a happy wish or words of wisdom for our future together , and to impregnate the narration with their blessings .
As we walked around the band and wove our God ’s eye from the manpower of our folk and friends , the flow of good vibes in the circle was palpable . The weaving ceremony allow us to share a private bit with each person , which we were so thankful for .
The God ’s eye now hangs in our home , filled with all the sexual love and joy and muscularity from our wedding day . We still experience it , every individual day .
