It's Peru, Baby.

Went to Tito's cousin's wedding reception on Saturday night, which was quite a knees-up. That is, when it got started... that was after the bride and groom had danced with each other, their in-laws, brothers and sisters, and multitudinous other family members and pets, all to the grating tune of the 'Blue Danube' waltz... which was played by the very loud 10-man band literally about 20 times in a row. It is still ringing in my ears (duh-duh-duh-duh-duuh-DUH-DUH, DUH-DUH). The bride looked very young, and very pregnant, in her sequin-encrusted white dress; the groom looked very young, and very reluctant. A standard Peruvian marriage, methinks. A good time was had by all, starting with the first toast, at about 12:30pm. Dinner was then dished at about 1am (turkey and chick-peas cooked with raisins - yummy). A few cups of homemade wine later I found myself dancing to frenetic salsa with Tito's dad, who, at 60, left me far behind in terms of both energy exertion and general funkiness. We left early, just as the party was getting warmed up, at about 4am!!!

The bride and mum-to-be may have been quite young but was not, thankfully, as young as this little lady I have been reading about... trust Peru to have produced the youngest mother ever in recorded history. Thanks to Sarah for sending me this fascinating/horrifying link...