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Chapel of Love

August 8, 2011

Goin’ to the chapel and we’re gonna get married

Goin’ to the chapel and we’re gonna get married. 

Gee, I really love you and we‘re, gonna get married. 

Goin’ to the chapel of love.

-“Chapel of Love”, The Crystals

One of the more unusual aspects of being on Guam living amidst tourists is the wedding trade.  We get our fair share of weddings on Key West, but they’re a fart in the wind compared to wedding flatulence here.

Don’t rightly know how many -but it’s a bunch.

Every beachfront hotel has one – and there are a few more besides.

This is a big deal – and a substantial part of the tourist trade.

Hotel wedding packages, event planners, florists, photographers…you name it, it’s here in force on Tumon Bay…

Although I’d be a little cheesed off if I’d flown 4 hours to a tropical island to be married adjacent a construction site.

They come in all shapes and sizes.

Some are quite breathtaking, like this one at Nikko.

After photographing this homage to wedded bliss, I began to realize…

Almost none of the hundreds, if not thousands of weddings which have taken place during our time here have occurred outside.

Travel 2000 miles to be wed on a tropical isle…

in a glass box.

What’s wrong with a beach wedding?

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. August 8, 2011 8:01 am

    True…the only wedding we saw on the beach was a local girl marrying a military guy stationed on Guam. I think they got it…although with a clan of Chamorro welcoming the new groom ….he looked as nervous as a guy entering combat.

    • dangerboyandpixie permalink*
      August 8, 2011 4:00 pm

      The Japanese are different – and it would take a lifetime to figure that out.

  2. August 8, 2011 9:55 am

    I thought this was going to end with you & yours renewing vows. Why is she with you again?
    This trip you guys are on is awesome, as is your relationship. Your blessed a few times there Chucko.

    • dangerboyandpixie permalink*
      August 8, 2011 4:08 pm

      Thanks, Jeff!

      The Pheebs is in Sarasota, as both she and our daughter will have gallbladder surgery this month. The vow thing is kind of goofy – there’s a story there – one about Italian spinsters, TV stations, and some rather odd Catholic priests. Suffice it to say we were married – and once was enough.

      We have been pretty lucky. Even our kids think we’re pretty cool – no mean feat!

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