We were invited to the most spectacular wedding on Saturday.
A beautiful couple from Europe held their very traditional, autumnal wedding on Mtatsminda – the mountain in Tbilisi. This is actually the same mountain Shota and I accidentally climbed on his birthday this year. It was beautiful, but the funicular is a bit easier…
Yes, soppy couple shots, because if you don’t feel romantic at a wedding then when do you?
I’m conflicted with the thought of marriage as I understand it’s an old-fashioned business concept and that engagement rings are just a money-making scheme but I also love old romance films and would rather view and embrace relationships in the same way, rather than with cynicism.
This wedding further emphasised that. It was so full of love and excitement and encompassed everything there is to love about Georgia and its culture.
We arrived to a terrace adorned with elegant guests, beautiful flowers, food and, of course, Georgian wine.
Autumn is a very popular time to get married in Georgia as the heat from summer has passed and it’s not quite as icy and bitter as winter. We were actually invited to another wedding the same day, and Shota’s sister attended one as well. It was the perfect time for the foreign guests who attended to see Tbilisi as the whole city was celebrating Tbilisoba, and fresh wine and chacha was in abundance after this year’s harvest.
As a Spring baby, I’ll still maintain that it’s my favourite time of year, but who can deny the arousal of the senses that Autumn brings! Just look at those colours! I’m sure you can imagine the indulgent smells and tastes too, sorry technology isn’t good enough to share that yet…
As I said, the wedding encompassed everything admirable about Georgia, including the local, fresh, rich food flavours. There was even a tent with a chacha degustation and churchkhela being made!
All to the harmony of these guys:
We were sat with some of the groom’s colleagues, who were all very excited and interested by Georgia, having arrived for the first time just a few days before.
Shota, being the only Georgian at the table, did his best to explain the peculiar tradition of a Georgian supra. Complete with kantsi. Three rounds and a jug of Kvanchkara (a semi-sweet red from Racha and supposedly Stalin’s favourite) later, conversation was flowing.
The bride and groom opened the night of Georgian folklore with their first dance, which swiftly lead to various performances in national dress from different regions of Georgia.
As well as some very popular Georgian and Russian singers, my favourite being these guys.
Obligatory bathroom selfie before the dancing started. I’m in love with this dress and rarely look fancy so don’t you judge me.
By the time the cake was cut we were all shemomadjamo from the supra and suitably drunk from the wine. So it was time to dance!
A band played a variety of cover songs for a while before a DJ took over. Chacha and beer was being shared amongst the dancers, most of whom were from our table (Shota did well with introducing them to Georgian traditions, obviously).
We got home at about 4am, dazzled and enamoured by the night we just witnessed.
Have you ever been to a wedding abroad? How was it different from your home country?