Dude and I schlepped our way to hot and humid Texas for a long Fourth of July weekend and wedding. The weekend was a rare combination of extravagant and personal. The bride's family from Morocco flew in for the festivities. While the wedding itself was your traditional American wedding-in-a-hotel, we were treated to some traditional Moroccan food at a cooking class. For the rehearsal dinner, all the women donned kaftans and the bride made the most majestic entrance I have ever seen (faces blurred for privacy):
It seemed as if the Moroccan part was very maternal and female centric, with all the women dancing and cheering and singing around the bride. I'm not sure if that's how it is really, or if it was just because there were more Moroccan women than men.
It was a grand old time and the actual wedding itself was beautiful and filled with friends.
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