After the wedding, everyone went back home to Arara, and I spent the weekend at Maram's again. It's awesome because I feel like her parents love me like they're own kid. I heart Mustapha and Nazek, I even call them mom and dad like Maram does (it started as a joke)- yaamaaah, yaabaah! But really, I feel like I'm a part of the family.
Just like the last time I was there, Maram and I did the rounds and visited her relatives. Of course, the talk of the village was the wedding. They talked about everything from the bride's dress, hair and makeup, to the guests, to the cost of it all (yes, everyone knew how much everything cost!). Also, Maram's brother was visiting from Italy, so he came to the wedding and we danced together. Some of the people who didn't know me thought I was Maram's brother's Italian fiancee- go figure. Anyways, everyone was talking about everyone else and their dresses, make up and dance moves. Yes, including people who didn't go- they also asked for all the scandalous details! (but there were none, at least, that I know of)
Oh! Gotta love small towns!
Just like the last time I was there, Maram and I did the rounds and visited her relatives. Of course, the talk of the village was the wedding. They talked about everything from the bride's dress, hair and makeup, to the guests, to the cost of it all (yes, everyone knew how much everything cost!). Also, Maram's brother was visiting from Italy, so he came to the wedding and we danced together. Some of the people who didn't know me thought I was Maram's brother's Italian fiancee- go figure. Anyways, everyone was talking about everyone else and their dresses, make up and dance moves. Yes, including people who didn't go- they also asked for all the scandalous details! (but there were none, at least, that I know of)
Oh! Gotta love small towns!
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