The headaches of this wedding are never-ending. Kinga talked to the main priest in Jabłonka and he wasn’t too happy about the recent developments. The 26th is, in fact, some stupid holiday in Jabłonka and he’s reluctant to let us marry that day.
I swear, what is it with priests in Orawa and their unwillingness to serve? They seem to be the most self-centered, arrogant, asses I’ve ever met. Of course, that excludes the ones here — for the time being — but only because I’ve never had to deal with them on any official basis, which of course might very well change.

What a pain in the ass.