Tabatha and Rafael set the date for their wedding last year and we have been tailoring our wandering around the Agean to ensure we were here in Olympic Marine so we could attend.
No sooner had we said goodbye to Solange than we packed and set off for Athens Airport at 3 am, Wednesday morning for our flight via Istanbul to Malaga. That was a real saga and we have promised ourselves not to fly Turkish Airlines again. (For ‘Customer Service’ read ‘Revenue Protection’)
We had booked a hotel on the beach front a little way out of Malaga itself, close to where Rafa and Tab’s live and close enough to the centre of town for a shopping expedition for a suit, collar shirt and a tie; not part of my wardrobe now, but called for by the dress code.
So on Friday, all decked out in my nice new linen suit and Valeria in one of her long dresses, we set off for Nerja, about 40 minutes from Malaga for the wedding.
And it was a fantastic wedding. An evening beach side service at a really nice hotel, fabulous food, and so much of it. Tab’s looked radiant, Rafa looked shell shocked but recovered as the evening progressed and although there is no Best Man, and hence no speech, Michael and Jennifer ‘rapped’ a “Tabatha, this is your life” tribute – hilarious.
Tabs and Rafa are two of the loveliest people you could meet and we wish them every happiness together. It was such a pleasure to be there.