Colin
&
Jose
Some weddings feel elegant. Some feel emotional. Some feel fun. And then there are the rare ones that somehow manage to be all three at once.
Colin & Jose got married at Monte de Cutamilla, hidden in the countryside near Sigüenza — one of those places that already feels cinematic before anything even begins. Old stone, gardens, quiet corners, and enough personality to make every frame interesting.
The forecast, however, had other plans.
It rained hard. Properly hard. And it kept raining right through the ceremony. Thankfully everything took place indoors, warm and beautifully sheltered, while outside the paths slowly turned into little rivers. But credit where it’s due: the team at the venue handled everything with total calm and precision, quietly adapting in real time so the day never lost its rhythm. That kind of professionalism changes everything.
And somehow — almost magically — once the ceremony ended, the weather began to ease.
By cocktail hour, guests moved between inside and outside, mostly enjoying the fresh air whenever they could, drinks in hand and that feeling of collective relief when everyone realizes the day has been saved. Sometimes weather creates stress.
Sometimes it creates atmosphere.
Before the ceremony, they made one of the smartest decisions possible: all close family portraits first. Which meant that once the ceremony ended, they were free to actually enjoy their wedding instead of disappearing into logistics. Highly recommended.
There was also a first look with family present that hit everyone right in the chest. One of those moments where nobody needs instructions, because everyone already knows it matters. And Colin & Jose… what can we say. Deeply in love, visibly kind, and surrounded by families who absolutely adore them. The energy around them was warm all day long. Not performative, not loud — just real affection everywhere you looked.
She is from Texas, he is from Puerto Rico, and they now live in London — which meant the whole day carried this beautiful mix of places, cultures and people from all over the world coming together for them. Speaking of generous: they gave every supplier a personal gift with handwritten notes, teas and cookies. Genuinely thoughtful people. (The cookies, for the record, did not survive the drive home.)
And then came the party.
A lot of line dancing. More than expected, and far more fun than expected. Then Hora Loca arrived and pushed everything into top gear. Exactly the right kind of chaos to finish the night.
But what we remember most is not the rain, or the dancing, or even the venue.
It’s how loving they were — with us, with their guests, with their families, and especially with each other. Those things are impossible to fake, and impossible not to notice.
