So we experienced a traditional Berber wedding yesterday, and no it wasn't mine. Talk about different. The reception consisted of only women. No groom or male guests. The men were downstairs having a reception of their very own. The bride changed dresses five times. She had on a regular wedding dress then she proceeded to change into different dresses representing the different regions of Algeria. She wore each dress for about 20 minutes. For those 20 minutes she walked around showing everyone her dress and then sat in a massive chair and watched people dance. Now I had no idea who she was and she was not family of anyone we know, but my family wanted us to go with them. The entire time we were there all eyes were on us. All the women were staring at us saying "Look at the Americans!" And when I went to go dance...I quickly sat down. Nobody knows about churning the butter or mopping the floor. Oh well. Algeria isn't ready for this yet.
Some quick facts about the past few days:
The police are so nice.
I have, no joke, over 300 family members in Algeria. I have met at least 150 of them since we've been here. Ok, there might be some hyperbole in that last statement. But we have met a ton of family.
When you go to someone's home you are offered coffee, cookies, cake, water, juice, and Coke. And you are expected to eat it all.
My cousin Emene (7) is probably the cutest kid I have ever met, right after Cooper Lynch. :)
You have to be authorized to ride in a boat here and they did not authorize Sahra and I because we are American.
It is hot here all time.
Men are still everywhere.
When you go to buy something you haggle over the price. There is no firm price on anything, expect food.
Walking is the primary mode of transportation.
My dad is a fantastic man.
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