I'm Wilma. Girl. No dragon tattoo. I love theatre, fashion, music that makes me orgasm and taking pictures. I have split myself between three places (London-Stockholm-Tallinn), but my current hub is Tallinn. Wherever my circus goes, there's always a party. If the party does end, I watch cat videos and blog about it all. Check out my yearly summaries below to get to know me a bit better. Header: Mandel Photography

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Sunday, September 09, 2018

Neringa digs Andrej 2018

How many times have you been to Lithuania? For me it was the third time and the most festive – it overshadowed my 18 year old's booze cruise and the Foals concert (wow, did I just say that? It was a cool gig, but Yannis not proposing to me and not marrying me was kind of a turn off) in Vilnius last year. This time my colleague Neringa got married! So let me introduce you to Lithuania at its finest.

Neringa digs Andrej 2018

On Thursday Fred and I inserted Vilnius on Google Maps and inaugurated our road trip named 
"Let's test the limits of our love by taking 8h drive together":

On Friday I worked at our Vilnius office,
which also was the pre-wedding hub with full of excitement and champagne:

The Civil Status Office (Leedu Õnnepalee) was conveniently just across the road.
Here she is just minutes away from "I do": 

Meanwhile we left Vilnius for hour and half long drive and arrived to the "Cвадьба" festival grounds.
There, my colleagues and I had an 100% success rate, since none of us were wearing the same outfit
(fashion company problems):

After getting to know the place the starring couple arrived and we were well prepared for them: 

Long live the husband and wife!

To honour Neringa's new surname, the family flag was erected:

The professionals a.k.a. already married:

Let me introduce the Lithuanian food menu.
First of all, can we pay our respects to the small bunnies on the table:

I learned that food without a shape from real life is just dull and ridiculous.
Also, I learned that the real magic mushrooms are made in Lithuania out of sugar and dough:

True Lithuanian represents: the art of food
(nevermind the bunnies now, look on the right at the wood logs (ribs) covered with mushrooms):


Jay-Z + Beyonce and Victoria + David 
are nothing compared to us:

Grandmother's approval is the highest praise of them all:

The heels came off and comfortable dance shoes went on:

Casually high-fiving the groom for a good job:

The wedding band killed it,
the fans loved it:

Latvians and Lithuanias side by side:

Let me introduce the f-u-n-n-i-e-s-t guest there was.
The pure excitement over "meat bunnies", the misinterpretation of Lithuanian traditions
and eagerness to try EVERYTHING just melted my heart away. 
That Dane was having the time of his life! Tack, att du finns!:

After that wedding I can't get Lykke Li "I follow rivers" out of my head.

The only Russian word we know
 (except all the ugly words that cannot be told if mom is around):

"And they lived happily ever after" moment:

Hands down, this is something I have NEVER seen before,
Šakotis or raguolis as a wedding cake
and a big ass chainsaw to cut it open.
Tehke järgi või makske kinni:

I soaked in everything Lithuanian culture had to offer:

At midnight our wedding anniversary began.

The only downside of being married is that 
I cannot attend the flower bouquet throwing tradition:

Sometimes loose, always win:

It's a good sign when maid of honour catches the bouquet,
also she is very much in love, so it plays out right:

Her boyfriend tried to catch the groom's corsage:

But they already had the jackpot:

Sending away August together with summer in a proper way:

A quick beauty sleep was needed:

Good morning, Lithuania!

A wild potato appeared at the breakfast;

A quick meat bunny and sugar mushroom before we go-go:

Hello September, we were not ready for you:

Although wedding lasted for another day it was time to head back to Estonia,
but before, a last picture with the colleagues:

Before driving back to Estonia,
Fred and I had a romantic 1 wedding anniversary dinner: 

I love you more than Ingvar Kamprad loves Elmtaryd and Agunnaryd:

In the end there's only love

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