Yesterday I was tricked into attending a wedding. I know that might seem like a rather bombastic statement but it’s true. This sweet older woman Hajar, asked me to lunch at her house on Wednesday at 12. I have a rule in my village that if someone invites me over, I will go no matter what (for the sake of integrating and all that).
So I wake up, and head over to Hajars. Surprise! It’s a wedding!! The thing about weddings in Morocco is that they literally go on all day. Literally. Beginning in the morning with all the village women coming over, cooking, setting up for the bride and groom and beautifying the bride.
(This is my sister Najat, doing henna to the bride and using my nailpolish)
Once I discovered this was a wedding I was encouraged to return home and put on my kaftan. So I did. In addition I decided to also bring a bag of balloons. 
Hilarity ensued.
(Of course the balloons immediately went into their mouths!)
(Moms were bringing over their babies so that I could blow up the balloons for them)
( I even tried to match balloons to their outfits!)
The balloons made the whole wedding more fun for me too. The kids were running around and playing with them, and I think that at least some of the mothers were appreciative that the kids were a little distracted. Weddings can get a little boring.
After the balloon stuff died down a little, people started handing over their babies. My family knows that I love babies, every time there is a birth I buy a little gift and go to the naming ceremony and coo appropriately (or even a little excessively) over the new arrival.
Consequently I was thrown up on about three times in the 6 hours I was at the wedding. Adorable.
(Sister Zineb and her son, Siftdine. Him and I hung out alllll day)
I dont’ have any photos of myself from the wedding, but you’ve all seen my kaftan before. I only have one. Sometimes I think about buying another one, because mine is too big and I think it’s a little out of style. It was a gift from my first host mothers sister, Fatima. But really, I don’t need one and I think mine is pretty anyway! :)
(Everyone seemed to be wearing pink kaftans yesterday! Cute right?)
I go to Dar Chebab in a little while, then I will make banana bread.
Hey Rachel…the babies are so cute. I love the all white outfit. Is that the traditional way to dress kids for weddings? You might end up being a wedding planner for Moroccan weddings. They do need more to do during a six hour gathering…..maybe some bubbles and the chicken dance?