Ready to go to a fairy-tale reception?
(Cayambe Ecuador) Climb aboard the wedding-party bus! We’ll drive about three kilometers from the Mitad de Mundo site (of the wedding) to Hacienda Guachala, one of my favorite places in the Andes.
Elvis leads the way.. Have any of you ever been to Hacienda Guachala?
An injection of humor contributes to the BEST bus ride EVER!
Ahhh; I know where we are, and the entrance is a magical one! Ladies and gentlemen, I proudly present to you, Hacienda Guachala!
But wait – the entrance and eucalyptus-lined drive is wearing some fancy attire!
Magical.. truly magical! Follow the rose petals!
(Let’s look back toward the gates!)
(and look forward toward the hacienda)
Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of roses!
We’ll park by the ‘new’ iglesia…
Roses roses everywhere!
Like in a fairy tale, the flowers beckon us along the magical trail! Are those orchids sprinkled here and there?
Why are we sitting on the bus when we could be waltzing through those gates?
Follow those rose petals!
Rose petals everywhere!
(We’re coming in the back way.. Hacienda courtyard straight ahead!)
(How’s that for a precious little man?)
(He stole my heart with one kiss!)
“Lisa! Where were you?” (Shhhhh! – I sneaked away and took some photos from the top of the iglesia!)
Jonathan looks as if he has some tricks up his sleeve!
Of course I meandered away from the rose trail and took time to smell the roses… and the orchids… and climb the church stairs… Then I toured the gardens and peeked through the windows!
Oops! There’s a party going on here!
Uh-oh.. I think I should dash around and join my group!
She just realized that the peeking paparazzi is the gringa from the coast that visits about once a year! (I was last here in December, 2014.)
Say ‘Hello’ to lovely Ashley (with the butterfly necklace) and her handsome father, Eloy and equally-lovely mother, Sarah.
Remember those talented musicians from the wedding? Their music complimented the setting as we prepared for a wedding feast.
The ancient sun dial dresses up well! The old iglesia quietly presides in the background.
As the sun slinks toward the horizon, we’re informed that the party has just begun, and there’s no way they’re going to let any of us leave until morning! (Yes, we brought overnight bags!)
(And yes, the Easter Bunny inspected the gardens early the next morning!)