The barefoot bride walked down a daisy-lined aisle.
Water the color of turquoise jewels outshines the blue of the sky.
A breeze strong enough to blow the hair in your eyes but gentle enough to leave the sand in its place kept the sunny day temperate.
White-capped waves crashed a safe distance away from the rows of white chairs, and then gently rolled to shore.
Thirty family members and friends had travelled to this paradise in the Riviera Maya and Cancun, to attend the wedding of Inge and Ken.
The bride was in a "beach formal" organza dress, embroidered with flowers, fitted on top and flared at the bottom.

The wedding party looked even more beautiful as the afternoon sun began casting a pink light over the beach.
As Vivaldi music played, Inge flanked by her parents, made her way to a tulle and bamboo altar, to stand beside Ken.

He was dressed for the Caribbean in light colored pants and guayabera (regional elegant shirt), while most guests and wedding party could feel the sand between their toes, the groom kept his shoes on.
Reciting vows they had written, the couple was pronounced husband and wife by their minister.
They both loved the sea, they couldn't ask for a more scenic backdrop, and the relaxed atmosphere of a beach wedding suited their style.

Inge and Ken grew up in Chicago and they now lived in North Carolina, their guest list included friends from India, Japan and United States. From the start they were concerned that the expense of travelling to a resort would be hard for some to manage, so they found accommodations in every price range.
Inge had envisioned a beachside ceremony, followed by a reception in a palapa deck, with mesmerizing turquoise views. They wanted it to be both beautiful and meaningful, with original vows and touches like handmade programs in a bottle.
A breathtaking scene was forever in their memories, love was all they needed.