Guadalajara, mi amor.

Querida Guadalajara —

You are the city that made her. The one with jacarandas that turn whole streets purple in spring, with cathedrals that ring out over traffic, with a market where someone's tía will feed you before she'll sell you anything.

You taught us that a meal is never only a meal. That mariachi was born here, so it belongs to everyone here. That the correct answer to "one more?" is almost always yes, and that nobody in this city has ever left a party early on purpose.

We could have married anywhere. But we wanted our people to land at GDL, step out into that thick August air, and understand something about her that no story of ours could ever explain properly. Some things you have to taste.

So thank you, in advance, for holding all of us for three days. For the birria at midnight and the rain at six. For being the place where two families that grew up oceans apart will finally sit at one table.

Con todo el cariño — Margarita & Samir