A Kekchi Wedding I Went To

Since I have nothing else to do right now, I will write about the first Kekchi wedding I went to. It was during the summer when I went to my new home. I grew up in a Mopan Mayan village so it was a great change when we moved to a Kekchi village. Okay, down south, I mean way down, almost all weddings are held on Sundays. First, they have a very long mass then the reception. Since I am not Catholic and I was at church somewhere else, I didn't get to go to the mass. After church, I went home and waited till there was a good amount of people at the groom's house. Since I was new to the area and knew not one soul, I felt uncomfortable when I stepped in their yard. I saw them staring at me, which is something I can't stand, and I felt the urge to turn around and go back home but I couldn't because I would have angered my father. Anyway, I wasn't expecting what I saw. There were no chairs to sit down and they only had a small tent which was already full. The rest of people were scattered all over the place. Some were sitting in the grass and others were standing under the shade of the trees. The only place where they had chairs was in the house and it was dark and crowded inside. So I had to stay and stand up outside with my two sisters. Those people had a deep drain around the house and a space big enough to walk on was left along the wall. We stood there and tried not to look at the people because every time we looked, we saw things that we shouldn't have seen. For us to stop to laugh, we tried to talk but we couldn't. Since we were standing against the wall, people had to squeeze past us. When it was time to eat, the people got their food and went to sit down in the grass. They are known for the 'poch' they eat so I wasn't expecting tortillas. I was glad when my mother told me there was, because there was no way I would have swallowed a mouthful of 'poch'. I had trouble eating because I had my food in one hand and juice in the next, but there was no way I would have sit down in the grass either, because I would have been scratching all day. I was happy when my father said it was time to go home. When we got home, the images just flashed in my mind and I would start laughing. I don't know if they do all their weddings like that but I would never want to go to another. Oh and the music was some kind of very old ranchera. And they spend hours doing 'tzik' instead of enjoying each others company.