Down the rabbit hole - after our Highland fling

Like Alice, we've just travelled to a completely different land. After the busy-ness of the before, during and after of our wedding, B'lore actually feels quite calm. After living out of 2 suitcases for almost a month, it was nice to come back to a drawer full of folded knickers. Time, which was structured by seeing friends and family and organising is now an amorphorous blob of jelly, waiting to be cut up. And I am grappling (getting to grips) with Indian life again, like Alice with her pig-baby.

The wedding was sensory overload for me. It was a slow crescendo of excitement, building up, building up, like the start of a Beatles Sgt Pepper record I forget the name of. It was great to reunite so many people in one room...and exhausting too! We arrived a couple of days beforehand and met up again with florist, registrar, photographer, hotel organiser to check things. I was relieved because I cried at the photographers' and hairdressers but then only once during the marriage, during my new husband's speech.

I was very happy and it showed, my face ached from all the smiling I did. I felt like on Olympic sychronised swimmer! The weather was typical Scottish, a mixture of sunshine and showers. The day went very well, from the traditional piper who did a toast in French, to the wine we bought on the internet - but hadn't tasted! We did the very Anglosaxon symbolic cutting of the cake. Later we found out some people thought the cake was fake, due to its ultra white, smooth look!

After the wedding we spent a couple of days travelling around Scotland. The landscape, people and food were all outstanding. And the rest was welcome!

4 little words...After "I love you" and "Will you marry me?" the other phrase we subconsciously wait to hear in France is "On peut se tutoyer" or we can speak to each other using the informal 'you'. Happily this was recently pronounced by my mother-in-law, so I'm now getting used to conjugating in a different way.

2 articles to share with you. This short one, in French, is sad and funny at the same time: http://fr.news.yahoo.com/30042007/290/si-ce-n-est-toi-c-est-donc-ton-frere.html

And this one, in English, I read on the plane, is for once more realism and less hype on India: http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1624905,00.html

PS: for the non-English: 'Highland Fling' is a small play on words. 'Fling' means a short relationship. 'Highland fling' is a scottish dance.