wedding fun

oopsy do, worst blogger ever. hope all my loyal readers haven't given up on me (i've got at least two or three, right??)

um, things have been going really well. marrakech was god awfuly-hot last week, like i was afraid to leave the house after 11 am... but now we're being rewarded with some spring showers. i love stuff like that.

rachel and i went to a wedding in the country the weekend before last. pretty sweet... we were invited through some girls she knows through her research- fatima zorrah and amal. these girls live in the country by our standards, and the wedding was at their country cousin's farm. preeeety out there. i wouldn't say it was even in a village, we were like 6k from any sort of center.

the farm was beautiful and the family was warm and welcoming. we pretty much spent the whole weekend with the women, which was fine by me because from what i could tell they were way more fun. i was actually quite taken aback by them, these were some baaaad ass ladies; i think even the elderly gradmother could have thrown me across the room. and they did all the work for the ceremony- which included baking cake upon cake, degutting sheep, preparing tubs full of chickens, and making mystery concoctions which somehow turned into a feast. oh, and making sure that the men always had enough tea to drink as they layed around looking bored and boring. rachel and i were sometimes given small tasks, like peeling garlic or moving chairs, which were overly-praised, sort of like we were handicapped or five years old. it was pretty cute.

on the second night we went to the bride's village for the party there. so rachel and i along with about 15 other women and a live sheep piled into the back of a pick-up truck for the journey. and it was rachel's job to sit like on the sheep, haha. the ride was great- it was a total party mobile! everyone was singing and drumming the whole way- sometimes we would pass people who would always stop and cheer.

the party itself was pretty fun. lots of food and dancing. luckily the kaftans we were wearing were roomy enough that they hid our far inferior hip-shaking skills. the whole affair lasted until about 4 am, but rachel and i fell asleep in the kiddie room at like 1, which seemed very appropriate... the truck ride home is such a sleepy blur that i'm still not totally convinced it happened.

you get the idea, it was three days of this. we returned to marrakech happily exhausted and ready for urban luxories like a warm shower and vegeterian food.