rotate wrote:I'm an Englishman married to a Cypriot. Met in the UK whilst we were both studying. Future mother-in-law in Cyprus passed out when my then girl friend told her she wanted to marry an Englishman. Good as gold after that, treated me better than her own children and their husbands/wives.
A couple of shocks after we were married, Priest came to bless the marriage bed at six in the morning, while we were still in it!
All the Cypriots wondered if I was ok (if you know what I mean) because we decided against having children for a couple of years after getting married. Plenty more but I would have to write a book to relate them all.
Nothing nasty just a little bewildering at first.
The film 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding' is not as far fetched as you may think, but if you are lucky enough to meet a Cypriot girl dont fight the differences just look at life from a different perspective.
I was once asked by some English friends what it was like to be married to a foreigner? My reply was that 'as I had never been married to an English woman I could'nt say'.
I'm in the same boat as 'rotate'. I'm English and married to a Cypriot. However, I've had the red carpet treatment since day one, probably because her parents are not what I would label as 'village Cypriots'. They both lived in the UK for a number of years and accepted me straight away. Even her elderly grandparents have accepted me completely as a grandchild (and also as a godson since they Christened me Orthodox too!)
Thankfully no priest darkened our bed before the wedding, although I was ritually shaved by her uncle that morning... crazy Cypriot, very little English, very sharp razor...
. Wedding was also utterly mad, well over 1,000 people in attendance followed by 15 rounds of zivania at the party afterwards... needless to say everyone was slightly worse for wear next morning
I would reiterate what 'rotate' has said about My Big Fat Greek Wedding as it does ring true in so many respects: cousins teaching me swear-words, uncles jokingly telling me "treat her well or we'll treat you well..." and being chased around with brains and eyes on a fork at our engagement party.
Things are going so well that my parents are also emigrating to Cyprus, so ultimately the two families have also merged as a result.
Although it's worked out in my case, I'm not sure this is how all examples would work. Cypriots are very welcoming of foreigners, but not all would be so welcoming of a foreigner in the family. Many of my wife's friends parents would baulk at the idea of them returning with a non-Cypriot. Attitudes are changing, but the insular character remains. Also, with Brits particularly, the perception of many Cypriots derives from the Ayia Napa crowd - i.e. beer swilling, pot-bellied idiots
. Hopefully 'rotate' and I can do something to change their minds!
Anyway, enough of my heart-warming life story, sounds like an American made-for-tv weepy film.