This weekend was all about revisiting our Orthodox church history and wedding. Rich converted in 1995, I converted in 1996, and we were married in the church soon after that.
First, we drove by the Greek Orthodox Church in San Jose where we got our crowns for our wedding. There was a wedding taking place so we just drove by and then moved on to Cupertino, which is where our church was located when we were married. We were disappointed at the news that the church had moved because we held our wedding location in such high esteem. We needed to see what it looked like now.
After getting a look at it, we realized the grounds and church buildings were just grounds and buildings and the real joy of it all was the church itself – the people that make up the church. We will always cherish our memories of our beautiful wedding there.
The property is now a Buddhist Temple.
Conversion and Wedding Memories at Old Church
Then we drove by the new location of the church in Campbell and were far more impressed than we were when we’d driven by it the first time.
By this time, we were hungry and ready to sit down, order lunch, have a drink and talk about everything we’d seen. Much to our delight, there’s an Elephant Bar in Campbell, a place we’d frequented in Henderson when we lived in Las Vegas. There are many locations now.
The dark bar beckoned us – like we were in a Vegas casino – and so we asked to be seated there. The cocktail menu looked delicious and Rich ordered a Mai Tai and I ordered a Habanero Margarita (last seen at Disneyland). This one may be ever more delicious than at Disney – had more of a kick. But my theory is – “the taller the glass, the bigger the kick.”
For lunch, Rich ordered the Korean pork ribs and I ordered the Korean tacos. Both were quite yummy.
Excited by our adventures, we drove back to church for Vespers that evening. And we were greeted with such warmth and love. We chatted with Father Patrick, the priest who married us (we were his first wedding), hugged us both and looked so excited to see us (he wasn’t totally surprised to see us because we had called him a few weeks ago). It was awesome!
The next day we drove back to church for Liturgy where we received more hugs and welcomes from old friends. Some we barely remembered but when they started talking about all that they remembered, it all came back to us. It was truly good to touch home again. But it was also a bit odd, as it always is when you go back home. And most of our closest friends are no longer in the area.













