On one hand, I'm looking forward to experiencing my first Turkish wedding but on the other hand, being the only "yabanci" will not make it an easy experience. I'm not sure what to expect but I imagine the family will be busy so what I'm going to do I don't know. Murphy's Law, this is the first time in four years that I'm out here at this time of year on my own. Ah well, we'll see what the next few days will bring.
As I was leaving Gülsüm produced my offıcial 'invitation' to the wedding. She considers me her big sister so my invitation was a little special.
İt soon became evident the invitation is a little more elaborate than our cards. İ was handed a plastic shopping bag and the invitation was inside. İ waited until İ got home to unwrap the parcel.
|It is fastened with a Nazar Boncuk, it protects against the "evil eye" and brings luck.|
|Inside the parcel.........|
|Inside the invitation.......First up, a strappy t-shirt. I love the lacy bit|
|Pop socks, or a direct translation of the packet, thin under the knee socks!|
|This is the detail of the beautiful hand crotcheted border|
|Next came the pashmina|
|........a hand towel. This will have pride of place in my guest bathroom. The colours match perfectly!|
|In closer detail|
In addition to my invitation Metin had placed flowers on the table for me and there was a wonderful note and gifts from my second group of house swappers.
|Lake Garda looks absolutely beautiful, I need to retire so I can have more time to travel!|