A Wedding Guest
We stayed just outside Cana, which is actually
a very pretty town, although the military
seemed to be everywhere. The weather on the day
was perfect – I wore my new papyrus shoes –
and the bride looked absolutely radiant
(her dress cost a small fortune). They did choose
to serve the best wine last, after a slight delay
but the customs they have here are different,
as Zach explained. Still, it did seem rather odd,
as did that young man (the woman by his side
his mother, I believe) who spoke to the stewards;
so quiet and assured as they fussed over the ewers.
The group with him were whispering about a sign:
a rough lot, they were. But the wine tasted divine.