This past November my family and I got to travel to India to attend the wedding of my sister-and-brother-in- law. His family is from Nasik which is about four hours north of Bombay. We were there for barely a week and it was a whirlwind of traveling, ceremonies, meeting new family, learning new customs, delicious food, upset stomachs and fun fun times. There were about 20 of us that traveled from the US to attend the wedding, and we all donned traditional Indian clothes for the three days of ceremonies. Wrapping a sari is an art in itself, and I had to have help getting dressed several days in a row. There's nothing like nine yards of fabric to make you feel completely intimidated, but also nothing like a bunch of graceful ladies fussing over you to make you feel special.
She is making SURE we knew about the tradition of stealing the groom's shoes and holding them for ransom.
He actually never paid up and had to go shoeless until the next outfit change.
