An hour before the ceremony, the little inn was abuzz with activity. The florists were running around like maniacs up until about twelve seconds before the ceremony began. Meanwhile, Somchai was in deep concentration trying to memorize his vows and I was going over the service with the octagenarian minister. As you can see from the photo with Somchai and the singer for the ceremony, the weather was looking ominous just before we were supposed to start, but just like yesterday, everything cleared up just in time.