As I mentioned before, we took a day off to relax (Day 7). The following day was the wedding so we caught a flight from Izmur and arrived in Ankara the same time as our friends, Anna and Shem. Back to the hotel, we checked in, had lunch, a quick swim in the spa and then dressed and headed over to the home of the bride’s parents.
Musicians were playing on the sidewalk, under her window, when we arrived. A throng of guests gathered and we waited with the bride for the groom. Similar to a Buddhist wedding we attended in Taiwan, it was customary for the groom to pick up his bride and take her to the ceremony. When he arrived the dancing started.... and never really stopped.
|Not a stiff hip in the crowd|
The ceremony took place in a garden, at the back of a restaurant, overlooking Ankara.
The bride and groom sat at their table and exchanged vows from huge white upholstered chairs. Thirty tables surrounded the couple and, as the sun set, we could see fireworks in the distance. We were told that it’s not uncommon for weddings to be marked with fireworks (like they sometimes are in the movies). It was clear, ours wasn’t the only wedding that night.
The food was brought out in stages and the music never stopped. I’m not sure the bride ever ate. The Turkish music was irresistible and it felt as though everyone was there to help the bride and groom celebrate. There were no wet blankets.
Our table included a group of beautiful Turkish women, friends of Cansel, who taught us how to make a toast (Serefe!) and execute the Turkish dance, which occasionally required hand-holding and lateral hip thrusts. Pictures not included.
|delicious wedding cake.|
We had a great time in Turkey (definitely one of my favourite vacations). We saw much, we learned much and we ate much. We have Cansel and Onur to thank. One day, we hope to return.
|lavender party favours|