My friends and I arranged for a van to take us from Jerusalem and back. We all gathered at the meeting spot, had a little reunion (many of us haven’t seen each other since ulpan ended, and some had just gotten back from traveling through Europe). We chipped in for a wedding check, signed the card, and got on our merry way. As we entered the venue, we were greeted by name tags, which spelled our names hilariously wrong. Even with easy names like “Chris,” you can’t expect much out of Hebrew-speakers trying to spell names in English.
A great kosher smorgasbord awaited, with meats, lox, sushi, dairy-free pizza, soup, and the much-anticipated open bar. At traditional Jewish weddings, the bride (kallah) and groom (chatan) fast from sundown until the marriage ceremony is over—symbolizing a personal Yom Kippur in which past transgressions are forgiven and the bride and groom emerge as a united soul. After noshing and schmoozing for a while, the bride came out and sat on a throne-like structure where the guests greeted her. The groom stood nearby and greeted guests separately.
Then, the groom and the couple’s families gathered around the bride and placed the wedding veil over her face, symbolizing the groom’s duty to clothe and protect his wife, as well as Rebecca covering her face before marrying Isaac. This part of the ceremony was amazing—the couple beamed at each other and the guests could see their love so incredibly clearly. They both teared up, and so did the guests.
Everyone made their way toward the chuppah, the open canopy that symbolizes the home they will build together. The bride followed the groom towards the chuppah, and the rabbi recited some prayers over wine. The groom gave the bride the ring and the witnesses signed the ketubah, the Jewish marriage contract. Family members then came to bless the couple over a second glass of wine. The groom broke a glass to symbolize the destruction of the Jewish Temple and everyone cheered.
The couple disappeared to the yichud room to break their fast and signify their new status as a married couple. The guests sat down to eat (ok, feast) with appetizers, a first course of chicken or fish, a main course, and dessert. In between courses, a mechitzah (barrier between men and women) came out on the dance floor and everyone danced. As in most weddings, the mechitzah usually comes down, and everyone dances together after a few drinks.
Popular take-home goodies for guests at Israeli weddings are “benchers” (pamphlets imprinted with the Hebrew grace after the meal) as well as magnets with photos on them that are taken at the wedding. Many Israelis’ refrigerators are full of these magnets, and there is a common feeling in Israel of “magnets or it didn’t happen.” So of course, this wedding had magnets and my group of new Israelis was all over the photographer, trying to get our fair share to stick on our fridges.
The grace after the meal was read in Hebrew, and the guests left after an amazing night full of food, photo magnets, and celebration!
During the week after the wedding, it is customary for friends and family to host a week of celebrations. The couple hosted a pizza party at their apartment and the guests continued to wish the couple the “seven blessings” in Hebrew, which are customary to read during the week after the wedding.
The whole wedding celebration was amazing, and one of the things that made it so special was that it was in Israel. Everything seemed to make sense—when the groom placed the ring on the bride, he said, “Behold, you are consecrated to me with this ring according to the law of Moses and Israel.” When the glass was broken, the Temple we remembered was in Israel. When the Rabbi read the prayers, the language was in Hebrew, the language of Israel. And when the hora was danced, and the newlyweds were raised in their chairs, the dance and music style came from Israel.
As the week of my first wedding of a peer ends, the engagements are beginning to trickle into my age group like the steady Seattle drizzle. But I know that the next time I have another big wedding to attend, a summer wedding of a friend in the U.S., I will undoubtedly think of my first time experiencing a big fat Israeli wedding.
Eliana Rudee is a fellow with the Haym Salomon Center and the author of the “Aliyah Annotated” column for JNS.org. She is a graduate of Scripps College, where she studied international relations and Jewish studies. Her bylines have been featured in USA Today, Forbes, and The Hill. Follow her column on JNS.org.