How they met
Andrea and Josue first crossed paths through a small circle of friends in Guatemala City, the kind of overlap where you keep noticing the same person across the room until someone finally makes the introduction. What started as long conversations at dinner parties turned into a relationship that felt unhurried and certain. By the time Josue proposed, the question of where to marry was already half-answered: Antigua, the place where they had spent their most meaningful weekends together, with the volcanoes always watching from the horizon.
The day
Andrea got ready at El Convento Boutique Hotel, just steps from the Capuchinas Ruins. There is a particular kind of light that fills those colonial bedrooms in the late morning, and we used every minute of it. Her dress, sharp and modern against the centuries-old stone, set the tone for what would be a ceremony built around contrast: black tapered candles, dark florals from Decor Guatemala, and white linens that read almost luminous in the late-afternoon shadow.
The ceremony unfolded inside the open-air courtyard of the Capuchinas Ruins. Guests sat in a tight semicircle, close enough to hear every word of their vows over the soft afternoon breeze. Muckay had laid the aisle in a way that drew the eye straight to the altar, framed by raw stone and dripping candle wax. After the ceremony, the reception moved into the cloistered patio for cocktails, then into the larger hall for dinner and a long, loud night of dancing.
At the venue
Capuchinas is one of those venues that does the heavy lifting on its own. The walls are old enough to hold weight without feeling heavy, and the courtyards open up to the sky in a way that makes daylight feel like part of the design. We worked with the natural geometry of the cloisters for the ceremony, then leaned into candlelight after sunset, when the volcanic skyline behind the ruins disappeared into deep blue.
Photographer's note
Andrea and Josue trusted the day to unfold on its own terms, and that trust is what gave the photographs their honesty. A wedding at Capuchinas Ruins is always a privilege, but this one held a quiet weight that I will not forget.
