It's the time of year that most weddings seem to take place. Early winter, before the bad weather sets in.
I'm probably one of the few foreigners living here who actually dislikes village weddings. They tend to go on for days which I find tiresome. I was about to go into detail about a typical wedding, but before I started typing this post, I noticed that my blogging friend Danni had just published a post about her experience of a Turkish wedding, so to get a different perspective, you can read about it HERE
Why do I dislike them? Firstly, I hate the way men and women are segregated. In this village, all the women will sit together drinking tea, while the men sit together getting drunk on raki. I have no desire whatsoever to sit in the company of women, drinking tea till it comes out of my ears, and watching my husband, who can't take his drink, getting the worse for wear.
We were invited to a wedding last weekend. "Fortunately" I wasn't feeling well, so had an excuse not to attend. Mr A said he would go for a couple of hours. Eight hours later he returned home, blind drunk. He knows he should stop at a couple of glasses of raki, but he is easily led by the men of this village, who do consume a considerable amount of alcohol regularly. Proof of this is the number of elderly widows who lost their husbands years ago to the effects of alcohol abuse.
And whilst all this alcohol is flowing, we have the men with guns. They love to fire them in the air in celebration. This worries me tremendously. Alcohol and guns do not mix, and there have been many incidents in this country of people at weddings being accidentally shot.
We have two more invitations. One this coming weekend, and one the following weekend. Now I have to think up more excuses not to attend.