Our wedding ceremony was held at the Basilica della Santa Casa in Loreto, Italy on that warm and bright Saturday morning of September 13, 1969. I was so overwhelmed by the guests and the crowds who were present that I could hardly believe that I made my wildest dream ever come true. In retrospect, I could even hardly find the most appropriate superlatives on how to describe my general feeling and state of mind during the ceremony. From my modest and humble beginning, I had the very sentiment so intensely magical that I was living every moment of it like in a dream. It was only during the exchange of vows and the rings that I had woken up and realized it was for real.
I am so grateful to my parents-in-law that they planned and arranged everything to make the event a very successful and a fabulous wedding. Regardless that the distance was quite a long drive from their place, I requested them specially to have the wedding ceremony take place in Loreto, because it was the church in Bustillos that I often pass by or attend mass every time I go to school and the university. I thanked my friend Alex who sent me the barong shirt that I wore during the reception at the restaurant, thus enhancing my native look.
The event was attended by almost all of my wife's family, relatives and friends. On the other hand, if it were not for the two Filipina friends from the Philippine Mission in Geneva who came, I would have been the only Filipino present.






