Europe 2010: Pt IX
First the ceremony, then the food, now it’s time for the biggest post of this Polish wedding series, the reception! I’ll do my best to explain what was happening, though the language barrier means I’ll be guessing at times. Feel free to correct me if you know better.
This is chlebem i sol?, or bread and salt. It’s presented to the bride and groom as they walk into the reception.



The bride and groom stood in the middle of the room while the guests sang to them. They drank out of the glasses they are holding here and then tossed them over their heads. Z supervised while K swept up the shards of glass.

My in-laws stepped forward and threw some coins at the new couple, and they handed me a few so I could do the same. The same thing happened at our wedding.

We all stood around while they bent down and picked up the coins.

Then it was time for dinner. The first course.

As you’ll see, TH spent most of the night with his cousin Kuba (I have no idea how to spell this nickname of his so that’s my best guess).


The bride had a few moments to relax while we ate.


And then the dancing and games began.

Hours and hours of dancing, most of it paired off and so fun.

That Husband and his cousin spent most of the time like this. Kuba has been to a lot of weddings and he’s a bit jaded about the whole thing.


Since they weren’t dancing I asked TH and Kuba to come outside and take pictures with me.


Kuba ended up being an excellent photographer. I didn’t have to provide much direction at all!










Sporting my new pretty heels.

My cute in-laws.

And TH’s aunt who has always been so sweet to us. We love her!

More dancing while TH looks on. He danced with me one time, and I got a little too excited and freaked him out with my jumping around and mad swirling/twirling.




The band was fantastic, by far the best I’ve ever heard at a wedding. They didn’t take very many breaks, but when they did they sand a song that went something like “Now we need to take a break and drink some vodka,” and then they went and drank some vodka.


All of the not-dancing I was doing with my husband was getting kind of boring, so I started playing around with the tilt-shift lens I rented for our trip.


They broke the dancing up with all sorts of games. I have videos of a few of them that I’ll put up. In case you need any ideas for your own wedding.


I’m not really a soda person, but I needed this Pepsi to stay awake through all the partying.

TH had a chance to catch up with a girl he used to torture in elementary school. Apparently he used to throw plums at her, but she was kind enough to forgive him.


I did do a little bit of dancing without my husband, once with the groom and once with the father-of-the-bride.

The cake and another dinner course were wheeled out in a very dramatic manner with ominous music and sparklers.

One of my favorites, brother and bride dancing together.


The bride dancing with her bridesmaids to her favorite song.

Toward the end of the night it was time for the garter and tie toss.

The girls in the room gathered around and made a circle around the bride. Then the groom wove around them trying to break through their circle until he was able to touch his bride’s arm. He removed her garter (with his teeth!), and then tossed it over his shoulder to his groomsmen. She repeated the process trying to break through a circle of boys and then removed his tie, which she tossed to her bridesmaids.

More food came out, more dancing happened, and That Husband and I were ready for bed. Somehow the bride, groom, and guests kept going in this manner for several more hours. Maybe it was the vodka?

There were a few more things that I only have video of, which I hope to get approved by the groom and uploaded soon. My pictures just don’t do this day justice. I am so grateful we were able to share this experience with That Husband’s family. I just wish he had more siblings so we could go back and do it all over again!































































































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