My second wedding in as many months in Kosovo, on Friday evening. This one’s late ending and the multitudes of food that I ate (plus leftovers that I snacked on when getting home) may have contributed to my sad state come Saturday morning. It was the wedding of the son of the man (Rabit) we met and had coffee with in Doberçan back in June. Mejreme did my makeup and she went a little heavy on the cover-up.
Chocolate and water, livin’ my best life. (Later we were offered alcohol.)
I love the men’s dances at the beginning of the wedding. They may be my favorite part of the [Kosovar] Albanian wedding. Of the two I have attended.
The bride and groom start their dance.
This time around people were literally shoving money down the front of the bride’s dress. Finally someone who, based on the number of times she changed dresses I am guessing was her sister, got her two glasses to hold so people would stop.
Someone started burning a tie at one point. According to Florim, this is not a familiar tradition. But then again, he’s from Ferizaj. Also, here you can see the variety in attitudes towards the never-ending traditional wedding dances.