The Wedding Interpreter
by Douglas Price A bride, a groom, and an interpreter walk into a bar…. Well, in our case, it wasn’t a bar, but a castle! This was no joke. It was the start of our fairytale wedding in Bled Castle. In Slovenia, all legal marriages are conducted in the national language. My wife and I do not speak Slovenian, but we would have our ceremony no other way. We each have roots in countries of the former Yugoslav republic – Slovenia for me, Macedonia for her. Getting married in the language of my heritage was a thrill and an honor. Afterward, we traveled to my wife’s Macedonia for our honeymoon. That trip could have used an interpreter at times, but that’s another story! Common sense would dictate that the bride be the centerpiece of a wedding story. And she certainly was! My princess bride arrived by horse and carriage through the castle’s outer gate, bejeweled and bedecked in brilliant white on an Alpine afternoon. Now suspend that thought for moment. For the purposes of this piece, our fo