الرحلة

So last time I left off without mentioning that those pictures were only from day one of the wedding.

Moroccan weddings are literally 48 hour affairs and the real party doesn't start until the final night. Before I left for Moroccan my friends threw a big party back in the states and I remember everyone telling me to have fun because it was the last partying I would be doing for a while. Turns out that was one heck of a misconception. Moroccans know how to party. We got to hall around 7 pm and I swear we didn't leave until 7am the following day. We ate, we talked we danced and then we did it all again. Actually the night is broken up into 5 separate parties. This is because the bride has to enter the hall five times in five different ways wearing 5 different outfits. Each time a different dish is served then everyone shouts and cheers as the bride enters and then we all danced for about 45 minutes. Then the bride exits and returns about 45 minutes later in which time the guests mingle, eat and take pictures. The place was rocking all night and the kicker is there wasn't a drop of alcohol in the place. In fact most people were drinking milk!!

The cake

My host brother Hashmi

My host dad Saeed Grillan. AKA THE MAN

Fruit

No comment needed.

Shama my host sister and the bride.

Chris and I had a dance off with this kid for about an hour. He won

Dinner. Lamb with a side of everything else in Morocco

More snacks

The hall.

The moves.

Mohammed and Murad

My host family.

Perhaps the most interesting part of the whole ceremony wast the final entrance. After six hours of traditional Moroccan partying and the bride entering in every way imaginable ( carried in by on a platform called an Al-Emoria was my favorite) in the final entrance she entered in what I would consider a traditional American wedding dress and was walked down the aisle by her father to her waiting fiancee.