Once at the airport, we almost immediately ran into the other Vancouverites on our flight to Punta Cana—Mr Breezy’s sister and her husband and kids, and two couples who were friends of Mr Breezy’s parents. We had sixty confirmed guests for our destination wedding in the Dominican Republic but everyone else (except MIL & FIL who left earlier) was flying out of other cities—Calgary, Toronto, Montreal, New York, Miami and Hong Kong, to be exact.
The airport thing went off without a hitch and we were soon en route. Or sort of.
It’s at this point that I have to make a confession. I’m not gonna lie: in my daydream state, I sometimes thought about what it was going to be like to be in the airport and getting on the plane carrying this big ol’ white bag which so obviously carried a wedding dress. I had been anticipating the moment for a year, and with my over-active imagination, of course I was going to dream about it.
I pictured walking through the airport all grinning and glowy-like, catching glimpses out of the corner of my eye of people smiling fondly and maybe even a bit wistfully at us, the Bride and Groom (yes, that’s Bride with a capital B). Some elderly couples would touch our arms and say, “Oh congratulations, you lovely young couple,” and maybe some funny family would pose for a photo. People would ask us when the wedding day was and wish us all the best.
Yeah. Well. It was a dream, all right.
What actually happened was a big pile of nothing. We didn’t get any special attention from the airline employees who checked us in or scanned our boarding passes or showed us our seats, let alone other passengers. In FACT, I don’t know if I’m paranoid or what, but I could swear I felt someone smirk. Okay fine. More than once.
I realize a lot of people don’t understand what a destination wedding is all about. I sort of was half-aware of the fact that some people consider it on a different ‘level’ from a standard wedding, though I don’t really know why. Just because it’s in a non-conventional setting (in our case, a beachy one) doesn’t make it any less meaningful or special or real. But I truly wasn’t prepared for how non-brideish I felt getting on that plane.
The low point was when I was trying to figure out where to put my wedding dress. The flight attendant sort of saw me considering the overhead bin but didn’t make any move to help. I finally went over and asked him if by chance there was a closet to hang it up in. At which, he sorta shrugged and said, “Not really, sorry,” and turned away.
Luckily, I was with Mr Breezy who can make almost any situation into a party. Not to mention the fact I had soooo many fun-loving friends and family that would be joining us on the other end of that flight who would shower us with the love and excitement I was so looking forward to. I mean, you only get married once, right? You want every moment to count.
Before long (well, actually, about 7 hours, but who’s counting?) we looked out the window and saw palm trees and waters so blue they put sapphires to shame. The wheels touched down and our adventure officially began.

Photo by me
Were you also looking forward to the Bride treatment? Are there any DW brides out there who can relate (or not, hopefully?) to my woeful non-bridey airport experience?
Previously:
DW in the DR: Pack It Up, Pack It In
Note: Sorry these first two posts are so boring since they have no photos; I honestly don’t know where my brain was. I usually take oodles of photos of the dumbest things - how could I not have documented our last minute preparations or the journey to our wedding destination?! I chalk it up to stress and nerves.
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