And there was a wedding
. Vladimir and Svetlana had been a couple for 4 years and both had had their matrimonial stories (and haven’t we all). It was announced in Bellingham that Vladimir and Svetlana were getting married in September after I returned and they did. Apparently this had been tentatively scheduled for the past year but now the cultural aspects surface. The Republic of Moldova only recognizes the civil part of the ceremony but the culture doesn’t believe you are married until you have had the Christian Orthodox ceremony. The godparents stand up for the couple in the church ceremony but they had to have been married in a church ceremony. Vladimir’s godparents had their civil ceremony the year before but couldn’t have the ‘real’ wedding until Vladimir and Svetlana had been churched. Vladimir and Svetlana got churched Friday morning in Chisinau and then got the civil part done at the beginning of the reception in Causeni Friday evening. And the civilian judge did her part of the ceremony in English for the two volunteers. I was touched. The godparents got churched at 08:00 Saturday morning with the godparents in attendance.
Moldovan receptions are a feast with continuous dancing. The beat is always a hora but more of a large circle and this rhythm only changes occasionally. I was the only single male there, so when the beat changed, I tried to talk the younger girls into a Swing dance. For all the dance lessons these girls had taken, they were very resistant, except Patricia. She picked up the steps in about 3 bars. Then the beat went hora and when it returned again to something like a Swing dance, Patricia’s mother and I won the Swing dance competition, (just don’t tell anyone that we were the only people doing a Swing dance). There was red wine, white wine and the ever popular cognac flowing freely all evening. I was pacing myself well until they put a table in the middle of the hora ring and pulled people off the line for cognac shots with Coke chasers. I didn’t lose my motor skills until I got home.
The next day is another cultural event in which the new wife shows her cooking skills over a cauldron of chicken soup. I never did figure out the nuances of this. Every guest showed up for this.
Post script. I began thinking that there had to be some dance step other than a hora one could do to this beat and I think it is a Melbourne Shuffle dance. A week later I tried to show Patricia how to do a Shuffle dance and ruined my right knee.
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