Wedding on the Way to Puno

Being such a party group, the bus driver, taking us from the Bolivian-Peruvian Border to Puno, proposed all of us to have a small stop at a local wedding party. There you are 6 Polish, some 6 Germans, me and 3 guys from unknown countries entering the party. Crazy view. Happy drunk people, dancing, falling down, getting up, dancing :D Seeing foreign people, everyone invited us for dancing, being so happy to share the happy moments with us.

The Groom: De donde estan? (Where are you from?)
Cristina: Moldova
The Groom: Que? Croatia? ( What? Croatia?)
Cristina: No, no, Moldova.
The Groom: Que dice? Croatia (What are you saying? Croatia)
Impossible to quarrel with the groom.
Cristina: Yes, Croatia.
The Groom: Yeaaaah.
So he dedicated a song for his new Croatian friends and followed us to the bus, explaining all the German-Polish bus how happy he was that Croatian friends stopped by to celebrate this big day with them.

We laughed like hell once the bus started.