When Jennifer Ramo moved to New Orleans from New York City, she never dreamed that two days after her arrival she'd meet her future husband. "He was visiting from New York to attend the Jazz Fest," she says, "and I was there too—we both love music. I couldn't believe I had to relocate to meet my nice Jewish boy!" A year-and-a-half later, the couple became engaged. Jennifer's mom found out pretty quickly, because the two had previously devised a secret code to relay the news: "I was to call and say, "Order the mariachis!" Jennifer says with a laugh. "So right after we got engaged, I did just that."

Under the Santa Ana Pueblo sky

When Jennifer Ramo moved to New Orleans from New York City, she never dreamed that two days after her arrival she'd meet her future husband. "He was visiting from New York to attend the Jazz Fest," she says, "and I was there too—we both love music. I couldn't believe I had to relocate to meet my nice Jewish boy!" A year-and-a-half later, the couple became engaged. Jennifer's mom found out pretty quickly, because the two had previously devised a secret code to relay the news: "I was to call and say, "Order the mariachis!" Jennifer says with a laugh. "So right after we got engaged, I did just that."

Jennifer and David pose on the mesa. "The wedding was great for my parents as well as David and me," Jennifer says. "I'm the only daughter, and they wanted a big, fun party as much as I did. I'm my own person, so I had to do it my own way. My wedding was a perfect expression of me—elegance with flava!"