Pete had his family in Fez for the week (Pete is my boyfriend, Peace Corps volunteer living outside of Fez, if you’re not caught up), and we all attended a cultural evening, which included an Andalusia band, an Amazigh group, a couple belly dancers, and a finale of a mock Moroccan wedding. Close to the end of the show, our waiter approached me and Pete to ask if we wanted to be in a wedding ceremony. We both kind of giggled and shook our heads. But with more thought, we changed our minds and went to play dress up.
Traditionally the wedding goes all night, but ours lasted about 5 minutes. They dressed us up, placed bright pink lipstick on me, paraded us out to the crowd (mmm okay 10 people watching), and then put me in a box that was hoisted onto the shoulders of four sturdy women.