Some couples know exactly what they want from the very first moment. Ana and Chechu arrived at our first meeting with a single sentence: «We want a small wedding, in a beautiful village, with real people». It took us less than ten minutes to know that Ayllón was their place.
Ayllón is one of those medieval villages in Segovia that time seems to have preserved with particular care. Its stone streets, its porticoed square, the Riaza river winding between century-old poplars… It is the most authentic Castile, without artifice, without pretence.
The elegance of the small
Ana and Chechu wanted forty guests. Not fifty, not thirty-five: forty. The people who truly mattered in their lives. And that, in the world of weddings, is a gift for the planners: when the guest list is short, every decision can be perfect.
We spent months on every detail. Wildflowers from the Segovian countryside — lavender, poppies, thyme — rather than hothouse flowers. A single long table for the forty guests, grand and baronial, in the courtyard of a restored farmhouse. Linen tablecloths, natural beeswax candles, glassware from Ana’s grandmother.
The philosophy of this kind of intimate rural wedding is that nothing should look bought for the occasion. Everything should look found, inherited, loved for a long time.
The ceremony in the hermitage
Chechu comes from a Segovian family that has been baptising and marrying in the same twelfth-century hermitage for generations. The possibility of holding the civil ceremony there — with the town hall’s permission — was one of those moments when our work gives us something unexpected.
The space was small, the light coming through the Romanesque windows was golden, and the silence that surrounded the exchange of vows was the most eloquent we have ever known in our careers. Ana was crying. Chechu was crying. Their forty guests were crying. So were we, though that is strictly against our internal regulations.
The longest wedding of our career
Small rural weddings have one characteristic that sets them apart: they never end at the time planned. And with forty people who truly love each other, that is always a good sign.
Dinner began at nine in the evening. At four in the morning, the last guest was still telling stories around the bonfire the catering team had set up as a surprise in the garden. Ana and Chechu didn’t want it to end. Neither did we.
If you dream of a rural wedding in Segovia, in Castilla, in one of those places that still holds the magic of the authentic, tell us about it. We have spent more than a decade searching for exactly those corners.