I recently traveled to New York to assist as a third photographer at a wedding. Yes, that’s right, THREE! Three photographers to cover eight hours of the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner and then 14 hours of coverage on the actual wedding day. People, I have never in my entire life expected to see a wedding of such grandeur and magnitude. It was, in a word, ok, two words, amazing and exhausting.
When it comes to travel to the United States, I’ve only been to seven States; Delaware, Pennsylvania, Virginia, District of Columbia, Arizona, Nevada and New York. The first four were all sort of mixed into one trip where my husband had a few days of business to take care of in Delaware and I joined him pretty much for the sole purpose of an opportunity to meet a blogger friend in Pennsylvania. But we decided to make a mini vacation out of that trip and saw the Pentagon in Arlington, Virginia and did the whole touristy White House thing in Washington, D.C. because those States are all so close to one another. I’ve been to Nevada twice because Las Vegas is one of my most favourite places on earth and I flew into Arizona via a tiny charter plane to experience the vastness and breathtaking views of the Grand Canyon, and finally, New York for a weekend long photo shoot.
Although Canadians and Americans are more alike than different, the differences are just so, different. Like, for example, while I was eating what was probably the most scrumptious vegetarian gnocchi dish ever between taking photographs at the wedding dinner, my husband, poor lonely him, headed out for a solo pub fare type dinner. He ordered a Budweiser, a hamburger and fries with gravy. And the waitress just kind of cocked her head and looked at him for a second, trying to register what he just asked for and was all, “Gravy?” And Mark was all, ”Yes please, fries with gravy.” And she was all, “Are you from the South because we don’t have gravy up this way.”







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