My big, fat, half Greek, half German wedding
My mother phoned me panic-stricken last week. Apparently the number of people attending my wedding has now jumped from 40 to 80 people in the span of a week. This is largely due to the fact that, when the Greek side of my family got news of the event, they all decided to put down their hummus and hop onto a plane to fly down for the occasion. That’s how the Greeks work, you see. We like to attend family gatherings, eat and be merry. We like to drink ouzo, break plates and happily exclaim “OPA!” while doing so. We like to open vegetable stores, restaurants and corner cafes (let’s be honest, if the Greeks didn’t do it, who would?) and if anybody knows a Greek family, they will know that our family is huge (in numbers, not in weight). Okay, perhaps I got a little carried away with stereotypes. But this aside, my family really is huge. And the problem is that, out of the 80 guests attending this wedding, only 18 people are my fiancĂ©’s guests. This leaves me to be more than just a little ...