Holy shamoly this is going to be a crazy, amazing day! Shannon and I are currently on a ferry to the isle Inis Oirr to attend a traditional Irish wedding ceremony of one of Shannon’s childhood friends daughters. I have always wanted to attend a traditional Irish wedding and also a wake and this fills one of them! The day has started with more color and flair then we could have imagined as we all (the entire wedding) boarded a shuttle bus to take us to the ferry bringing us to the big day, which happens to be a Thursday!
The bride is marrying an Irish lad who is born and raised here in the area. So when we say a traditional Irish wedding, it is traditional! The groom is one of 13 and is a full of color, fun group that as the day progresses I can’t imagine the fun. As the ferry was starting to depart the groom, his father, and I am assuming uncles, pose for a picture and as someone hollers to smile, as up come the middle fingers on cue. As you can see we happened to catch it just in time. The family love on the groom is fun to watch, especially since the mother was tragically killed a year or so ago.
One of the best parts we are noticing so far is the attire. Wow...I have obviously witnessed a lot of weddings in my day, especially in the last six years and I have never seen anything of the sort. It’s crazy and will totally make you smile. The only uniform or semblance of uniformity is comfort and perhaps favorite pieces of clothing. Tattoos, piercing and more are celebrated and welcomed. Love it! I noticed the first beer being drank starting around 10:45 am and the reception is supposed to go until the sun comes up.
Ferry is pulling up to the island and we are on to the next adventure!! 11:45
2:03. Well...we are all officially sopping wet , the couple is married, and we are back on the ferry and beyond thrilled to get back to land and dry clothes after the most amazing, unique experience I may have ever been witness to.
As we all exited the ferry and started off we all were wondering where the next shuttle was. Well, there wasn’t one! We watched as the bride and the priest pulled out their umbrellas and started the trek, uphill, in the rain. It literally may have been a mile walk up the road in the driving rain. Watching the massive of line of us crazy nuts walking in this was fun and hearing the banter was the best, not to mentioned everyone taking pictures of the crazy wedding party. Especially as we are walking up this hill towards what looks like a cemetery! We knew the grooms mom had been killed recently while she was walking to prayer so we thought perhaps it was traditional to visit her grave and bring the wedding party along. Nope! In the middle of the cemetery is an historic chapel set down in the middle where the wedding party and family climbed down to partake in the ceremony (I’ll find out more details for history buffs and share when can). The best was as we are walking up a gentlemen in front of us leans over to his wife and says, “we aren’t heading to the graveyard right?”
After the ceremony we then walked half the way to a local pub at which we all had pints before the ferry back. Granted we didn’t know we were supposed to eat so our nap time will also include lunch time!
Although we are literally ringing out our clothes and have a full ferry full of soggy Irish and Americans, it was spectacular and will definitely go down as the most memorable wedding thus far.
Ferry boat is another hour ride back and then shuttle to one local drop off and then another shuttle back to the Airbnb. We will dry off, change clothes, regroup, eat, disco nap and make our way back to the first of three receptions.
I’m going to sign and try and catch an extra few winks before we make it back to dock. I’m not the best Irish day drinker so my half a cider will make my nap much easier.