A beautiful day at a Polish wedding
Wow – it takes some time to get ready
After 18 months of wearing shorts and t-shirts or cargo pants and sweaters, it came as a bit of a shock to the system to have to wear smart clothes for a day. What to wear?
John has lost weight (Yay!!!) so some of his clothes from London don’t fit, and he’s adamant they never will again, so there’s a bit of a clear out. We’d packed some clothes in smaller sizes, and some “hope” clothes (he hopes that one day he’ll be able to fit into them!) so that’s what we moved on to. 4 inches off the waist and we found some tidy black trousers, a nice white shirt and a fancy waistcoat that had once caught his eye and still had the price label attached. They were quickly despatched to the cleaners’ at Tesco – itself at the snappily entitled Centrum Handlowe Gołąbkowice.
Rajmund can be a prima donna – aka label king. This time – he, unlike John, has put on weight – he did not fit into any of his tidy trousers, so he had to go and buy some … unless he loses some weight, they may never be worn again! But we did find a nice brown shirt and he wore his Indian waistcoat which he picked up in Delhi.
We had had visions of the car being covered in ribbons and bows, but we picked a dozen blooms from our own magnolia to decorate the dashboard and the bride added one white bloom from her bouquet. We ended up with bows on the doors and “Sabina and Maciek” and “1st May 2013” plates on the car.
The Darth Vader Church
Poland has come a long way in the 20-odd years since the end of communist rule. Infrastructure improvements, new schools, new homes and churches – everywhere, new churches. Some of them are lovely, some are, ahem, maybe challenging? For sure, anyone who sees Parafia Matki Bożej Niepokalanej in Nowy Sącz will see why John calls it St Darth’s.
Inside, the church is impressive, with some nice stained glass and over-lifesized stations of the cross over the audience … sorry, congregation. With loud speakers, a dot-matrix score board (sorry, hymnal) and a booming organ, it’s all a bit showbiz.
But Sabina looks lovely, Maciek is cutely nervous, the priest knows what he’s doing and there is a good crowd of very well-turned-out people with some very sweet kids who are obviously more used to this church business than we are.
Polish weddings are celebrated over a longer period than British weddings – like over several days. Readers will know that Maciek and Sabina got married on Labour Day, the first day of a very long Polish “weekend” that runs on through Flag Day and Constitution Day to Sunday, which is roughly when the party will end.
The Manor is one of several “wedding houses” dedicated to hosting wedding receptions and parties, with rooms upstairs for the wedding party to rest. It’s over on the western outskirts of the city, just onto the hills, and looks out over Nowy Sącz.
The food was excellent, and apparently never-ending. We were full after soup, three meat dishes, potatoes and salads, apple strudel and about eight different pieces of gateau. Then more gateaux appeared, then more, then a meat/salad/gateaux buffet.
The wine – we need to find out what it was because it was seriously a nice wine for a hot afternoon. Fruity, not too sweet. Add finding out the name to the to do list.
The wódka – we need to practice more. Our table of twelve started with three bottles and more followed.
A good time
A thoroughly good time was had by all, and we met some lovely people, though we called it an early finish and headed home because John’s legs were feeling the wódka (not pointing fingers, but those lovely people may have had something to do with the wódka consumed!). Or maybe he just walked too far to avoid using the wheelchair. Either way, we decided to get him home.
Maciek and Sabina gave us a box of cakes to take with .
St Darth’s – Parafia Matki Bożej Niepokalanej in Nowy Sącz – http://www.mbnsacz.neostrada.pl/
The Manor – http://www.dworwbrzeznej.pl/