My host sister, a Mrs.

My host sister from training got married this month!  I can’t wait to see pictures from the wedding.

I did not attend the wedding, but I did attend a celebration her parents had the day after the wedding.  They set up a huge table, made tons of food, and friends and relatives came, gathered round the table, ate, drank and danced together.  Keep in mind, this was the day after the wedding, which started Friday night and ended Saturday morning at about 6 a.m.

So Saturdayafternoon, my host parents had prepared this meal and hired musicians to come, and boy did they PLAY.  A violin, an accordian, huge speakers…it made for some great music.  We got in a circle and danced a traditional Moldovan dance called the hora, and I’m pretty sure the entire town could hear the music, carrying from the speakers set up outside their house, through the surrounding streets…

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My host sister’s engagement

Last week, my host sister from my training village got engaged!

Not going to lie, I had a feeling this was coming.  In fact, I even said to a few of my fellow Peace Corps volunteers that I might be going to her wedding before I leave Moldova.  They started dating at the end of summer, and as we talked about him over the months, it was clear to me that he was a good guy.  Over Easter, she spent the holiday visiting his village and meeting his family.  So when I saw that her boyfriend had proposed, I was very excited for her!  Even better, this past weekend, she invited me to come for their engagement party.  I was thrilled!

It had been awhile since I’d seen them, and boy did I miss that family!  I got the story about how he proposed, and “ooh’d” and “awww’d” all the way through.  She showed me the ring he gave her – a beautiful gold band with a deep burgundy stone, which she wore on her middle finger.  I explained that the custom in the U.S. is to wear the engagement ring on the ring finger, and she said that, in Moldova, the engagement ring can be worn on the finger that is most comfortable, but the wedding band, which she will receive at the ceremony, goes on the ring finger.

We waited for her fiance to arrive, and he did, with family (and, I believe, a few friends).  Then we sat down to eat.  To start, we toasted to the future bride and groom, and then his family said a few words and formally requested of my host sister’s parents to bring my host sister back to their village that evening.  My host parents rose, and my host sister and her fiance rose.  My host sister and her fiance kneeled down in front of my host dad and mom, the parents gave their blessing with a few words, and my host parents hugged and kissed each of them on either cheek.  It was a happy moment.

And now I will excitedly await her big day.  And as hard as it is to miss all the weddings of close friends back home (how I wish I could celebrate with you!), I feel so fortunate that I get to be a part of this celebration here.  Congratulations to my host sister!!