Moroccan marriage

Well now my head is racing. Here we sit at a beautiful cafe, looking out at the ocean, and native born Moroccan man has just proposed to me. He hardly speaks English, I hardly speak French. I am staying at his families house for 3 more days and wonder if they know his intentions. So I ponder, throw caution to the wind and say yes! He embraces me in his arms, kisses me lovingly and runs to the phone to tell his patents I said yes. We stay overnight in the city we were visiting and then take the drive home to see his family. When I arrive the house is all abustle and his mother and aunt quickly snatch me up to get showered and dressed for the company that is coming over to meet me. After I shower I return to my room to find it filled with dresses that are stunning for me to wear. One by one they try them on me, take pictures and introduce me to the family in each dress. Then the final dress, a gorgeous pink gown, is put on and I am brought to the formal room where a table is set with milk and honey, tea, dates, cookies and such treats. We sit and he feeds me and we drink out of each others glasses. More and more pictures come and then we have a feast of fish. I have to say the Moroccan cuisine is incredible. I thought nothing special of the night till I returned to the states and shared the stories and pictures with my friends. And then one of them said-that is a traditional Moroccan wedding ceremony....... Thus comes the 1/2 marriage to my surprise.