"Are we...We aren't in Cyprus yet!"

If you look back at where we as a civilization once was, it isn't rocket science to figure out, we have accomplished some really amazing things. And although you would imagine that all accomplishments would create the better in people, you can only imagine I have some resistance to that. Accomplishments can often times cause weakness in others, sometimes things we see in ourselves. On the total extreme side of that, there are accomplishments that just completely wipe society of all brain cells, and cause complete and utter stupidity.

Lets take flight as an example. The mere fact that travel once started just by foot, then came horse and buggy (camel if you are reading this from the Middle East), then the car....of course skipping some along the way. It wasn't enough that we travel on ground, but then came travel by air. The fact that we can hoist a HUGE piece of metal, high into the clouds, and enjoy a flight all the way around the face of the earth.....it is just beyond amazing. The technology behind this is absolutely astonishing. On the downside of this, you have people that have something to prove, and completely abuse our abilities as human beings to create such successful endeavors.

So, by the sounds of it, you would think that I enjoy flying...making the flight 7,000 miles from home, and 23 hours later. Truth be told, I actually HATE (I mean HATE) flying...but, there are so many places to see and go, I just deal with it.

It was Summer of 2011, I had a couple weeks left of vacation, before returning to school. Michelle (a good friend of mine here in the UAE) and I decided to go to Cyprus for one last vacation, in which we THOUGHT:

1. Cyprus is close, it is only 3 hours from Abu Dhabi
2. Cyprus has beautiful beaches to relax on
3. Cyprus in somewhere new and fun to go.

We boarded our plane by mid morning, expecting to get to Cyprus that evening, and have a little time to look around and learn the area. I couldn't wait....

The flight started off strange, as we left from the Abu Dhabi Airport, we loaded from a terminal that I had not ever seen before. We left from the terminal, boarded a bus that took us to the tar-mac, and then we boarded our plane. Michelle and I had a strange interaction with a group of three guys that had boarded the bus when we did. They were rather rude, very pushy, annoying, and loud. I didn't think too much of it, as I figured they were young, and felt obliged to act in this manner. All I can remember thinking, "why, did I have to stand next to them?"

I was first off the bus, going toward the airplane; the three guys and Michelle would follow in my footsteps. I had not taken but three steps up the ramp to enter the aircraft, when I was pushed from behind and scooted to the side by one of the three gentlemen we had already had an encounter with. It was very strange, as if this guy could NOT wait to get on the plane.

Michelle and I had taken our seats, excited beyond belief. Again, very different from the usual, I had an aisle seat (which I prefer window, so I can see the outside) and Michelle had the middle seat (which she always wants the aisle seat).We figured it was only a 3 hour flight, so things would be okay.

We finally took off from Abu Dhabi, and headed toward Cyprus. I reached for my book and IPOD, assured I would be able to relax for a bit and catch up on my reading. Michelle and I started to chat, talking about all the things we would do within the next week.

It wasn't but 30 minutes into the flight, when my gut feeling told me something was wrong. The staff had started to act a little strange. They had panic stricken looks on their faces, but yet, still held it together enough to be SO kind and helpful. A little too nice. Meanwhile, there is a lady in 1st class hyperventilating, babies crying, the AC isn't cooling....things just aren't right.  The plane had never reached the proper altitude, it suddenly felt as if we were about to take a nose dive into the ground. I was panic-stricken, as I was so far away from the window, I couldn't see anything, and I was depending on Michelle to tell me what she could see. All I could think about was the plane having motor issues, and I was about to plummet into the ocean or sand dunes. A good 15 minutes of panic was happening before an announcement was made. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we will be making an emergency landing in Doha, Qatar."

I am sorry, a WHAT?!?! An emergency landing?? Why? What is going on? What is happening? Am I about to die and don't know it! This wasn't part of my plan today! You could feel my heart pounding.  It is that moment in time when you feel completely helpless, and there isn't anything you can do. 

The rest of the story becomes a blur, as it became very chaotic and quite surreal.  All I remember, and will never forget is the landing of the plane (very fast and abrupt) and the pilot screaming, "RUN, there is a bomb on the plane."

Complete and utter chaos broke loose, as people starting pushing and shoving to get off the plane.  I remember grabbing my purse and bag, shoving my way off the plane, and RUNNING for dear life.  Stepping from the stairs, I hit the cement, and took off running for dear life.  People, scattered like little ants from an ant mound, ran into the hot, dusty, and baron desert grounds.  I didn't turn back, as I wanted to be as far into the desert as possible and away from what I was sure would explode in any given moment. 

Once I had reached a fair distance out, Michelle shortly behind me, I turned...awaiting what would FOR SURE be the worst sight my blue eyes would have seen- an airplane blow to small pieces and my life taken for granted.  It was then, a plane full of people waiting, saw the Doha police arrest three men and escort them away.  We waited....confused, irritated, hot, scared, and shocked.  What do we do now?

Finally, after 20 minutes of sitting in the hot Middle Eastern sun, buses came to pick us up.  We were taken into security, all of us would have to be searched.  We were quarantined, away from the main airport, handed plenty of water to drink, and asked to sit and wait.  So, that is what I did...sat and waited. 

I remember frantically trying to get on wireless Internet, so I could call home.  Knowing it was 2:00 am, I wanted to talk to my parents.  I just knew this was going to be splashed across FOX News, and this is the story my dad would see before his first cup of coffee.  Granted I was able to get through, in the midst of a midnight dream, I don't think even my father realized the words that were coming out.  It was all just disbelief. 

To this day, I can't believe this actually happened, and it happened to me.  Although it ended up being a joke and there wasn't a bomb on the plane, it was the scariest moment in my life.  I wasn't done living life.....I hadn't said the proper goodbyes....I didn't want to die THIS way!  And, why was it his responsibility to take the lives of 300+ travelers?  It wasn't....and to this day, I THANK GOD for every good thing that came out of that day and that I am still alive today.   


http://www.cyprus-mail.com/aviation/holiday-cypriot-s-bomb-joke-ends-doha-arrest/20110827

Between Two Worlds

After being away for a year, I finally made a trip back home to the United States. I spent a month back home, which definitely wasn't long enough! I had anticipated how things would be during my visit, and assumed that I would be able to pick up a few pieces and resume just the same as I had before I left. However, I would soon learn, that wasn't the case.

As I have said many times before, you become immersed in where you are living or settling. In a way, you are apart of that culture, and you very soon forget about simple things that you used to do. My management of time, reflects how time has passed here, in Abu Dhabi. My language, hand gestures, and body language all reflect the new culture in which I live in. The simple things about your daily life, become normal based on where you are and what you have called normal for the past twelve months.

I arrived in much of a daze...jet lag always gets the best of me. Tired, and ready for a break. I was excited to see my family, friends, and pets....as the excitement was definitely reimbursed. I was happy to know that after a year, my pets had not forgotten me after all. :)

The first week back home was rough. You don't quite feel like you fit in anymore, and you forget about the different surroundings. The time is off....you have to adjust to the difference. In a way, I had forgotten that men don't wear Kandoras, and women don't wear abayas. It was actually a little strange not seeing the sea of white and black among the people. And, that meant I had to put thought into what I was going to wear. When talking to people, or walking amongst the public, it was strange being able to understand full conversations. I actually had to concentrate on people talking, since I have been surrounded by a language that I don't understand and tend to ignore. Sights were different. I missed seeing the palm trees line the streets, as you are driving. I almost felt like I was back in the desert, as my time in Texas was during the worst possible drought. As my dad said, "I was witnessing the making of a desert." Oh, what I would have done to see rain....I haven't seen rain in over a year! And cravings...I wanted to jump in the car and run up to Lebanese Flower for a chicken schwarma and garlic labneh, but how soon I forget....that isnt just up the street, I am in the wrong place. All those foods that I thought I missed, they were taken over by the new foods and tastes I was becoming used to in Abu Dhabi. Simplicity....it was nice to be back home where things were simple. When I needed something, I knew what store to go to, where to find it, and I could communicate with someone about it. I missed the simple things...Hobby Lobby, HEB, etc.

When asked how I like Abu Dhabi, I can honestly say, I LOVE it. I don't love my job, but I do love my location, my friends, and the things I get to do. So, in simpler terms, I am STUCK between two worlds. I love what being overseas has to offer and the experiences you gain. At the same time, I miss the simple things I am used to back home, my family and friends, my pets, and my home.

People Just Want to Have Fun

Amongst the tallest building in the WORLD, man-made islands, the world’s only SEVEN STAR hotel, and other record breaking memories, I had the pleasure of experiencing Ferrari World. And yet again, another record breaker, the world’s FASTEST roller coaster!!
I went with my 3rd grade boys, as an end of year celebration…yippee for me! I was the only English speaking LT that attended the trip. The other teachers were my Arabic colleagues, which at the time, I was having my doubts about.
I knew I would make it to Ferrari World, eventually. At least before I left the Middle East, I would make it to the fastest roller coaster in the world. But a part of me knew I would be better off going with a group of friends, during one of our weekends.
However, in the midst of it all, I realized a lot of really cool things about this trip.
1. I don’t ever want to go to an amusement park with 100+ 3rd grade boys…it isn’t my idea of fun, but it worked out.
2. Ms. Erin is too old to ride roller coasters…I can ride them ONE time, but then that is it! (Oh the joys of being a kid)
On a serious note, I realized that NO MATTER where you are…people are people, and they want to have fun! I remember as a kid, family vacations, school field trips, birthday parties, etc. and we would attend amusement parks or water parks. As a kid, that is fun- load up on sugar and junk food, buy over –priced souvenirs, run wild through the rides (over and over), etc. Well, kids here think about that too!
Being from Texas, I can remember the hot summer days and why you don't go to amusement parks during the heat of the day, in the middle of summer. What torture I can imagine it is for parents!

Similar to the Texas weather, Abu Dhabi can reach record highs. The mere thought of spending time at an amusement park, when it is 120+ degrees outside, makes me ill. But lucky for me, Abu Dhabi has thought of something bigger and better!
Ferrari World is a typical amusement park….it is a wide area of space that any kid can completely vanish for hours at a time. It has the rides, the junk food, the soda, and has the ability to open the inner kid within you.

Nonetheless, the best part about Ferrari World is the way it has adapted to its fans. Acknowledging the extreme heat, and the fact that very little activity happens outside, Ferrari World has built an amusement park indoors. However, everything about it, makes it seems as if you are outside! The entire inside is transformed to an “outside” amusement park….with trees, grass, rocks, paved roads, hidden speakers playing animals sounds and music. You almost forget that you are inside of an enormous building!

Roller coasters are funny things….scary, but always offer enjoyment to the riders. Abu Dhabi has definitely out done the “roller coaster world” on this one…. It is FREAKING FAST! So fast, you can feel your skin stretch tightly, as the warm air breezes across. So fast, you can’t even remember the last time you took a deep breath, swallowed, or opened your eyes. Just so fast, there aren’t words to even describe the full force of speed this roller coaster has.

I never thought I would ride the WORLD’S FASTEST roller coaster in an abaya, but I did. There is a first time for everything I suppose. But as I say that, I acknowledge the fact that the abaya is the national dress here for the ladies. And if you think for one second, that ladies are excluded from riding the rides at Ferrari World, you are WRONG!! That is right, Ferrari World has custom made fittings for women…in order to fit their wardrobe. So, women who chose to cover, using the sheila, are able to Velcro a fitted head piece on over their sheila. This keeps the sheila on and in place for the women, while riding the roller coasters.

So, my doubts over my arabic coworkers were definitely put to rest. They went on every one of the rides with me, and we ended up having a wonderful time.

We are an interesting species, as we learn to adapt and grow into the environments God has created for us. This goes to show, that we as the human race, have the same dreams/desires/ideas...it is just about how we implement them. You should never underestimate the creativity of the human mind, because someone out there, has got it figured out.

Friendly Faces in Familiar Places

It is fair to say, as humans, we do things that make us feel comfortable. We acquire certain habits or customs that become familiar to not only ourselves, but each other.

We often make a familiar choice for fear of the unknown. The decision is based on what we know as being usual, easy, and comforting. Eventually, some of us will break out of the ordinary, and make a decision that isn't so comforting (at first), might have a negative impact, or simply use it as a learning experience. And, it usually works out.

Having lived in Abu Dhabi for a year now, everything unfamiliar and new has become a daily part of my life. I have developed a liking to my new surroundings, friends, and favorite places to go.

As someone that loves to watch people, you forget that there are people just like you. People lurking just in the background, watching you. Just when you think you are becoming familiar with your surroundings and the people that make that location, there are others that you become known to, simply just a friendly face in a familiar place.

I recently met a friend of mine for lunch, in one of my favorite hotspots, The One. We then held a baby shower for a close friend of ours, also at The One. I also bought some souvenir gifts to take back to United States, also from The One. It is pretty safe to say, The One is a familiar place to me, and I still continue to go there.

In the midst of The One becoming a favorite place, we have become one of the many familiar faces. There are staff members at The One who have remembered us, remembered our names, and graciously helped/served us. Although these are short meetings, we get to know each other piece by piece....one meeting at a time, they become familiar to us, just as we become familiar to them.

Although we may never meet anywhere outside of that familiar place, we are still just those familiar faces.

Plummet With a Side of Happiness

Recently diagnosed with an under-performing thyroid, I came to Abu Dhabi with a goal. I was bound, and determined, to lose weight. To have finally figured out a portion of my problem, the aid of medication, and pure dedication- I was sure to lose weight.

Coming to the UAE, also comes with some struggles. Although the start of this journey was pure fascination and "vacation" like experiences, it isn't what I am used to.

*My all natural, organic, diet has come to a screeching halt, as it is darn near impossible to find it OR it is so expensive....a highway robbery.

* Laziness has become the death of me. This is a country of laziness and don't lift a finger. Although I will never, I mean NEVER, lose my full ability to go above and beyond, my self-independence, and ability....being here has definitely made it easy to "forget" how to do things for yourself.

* An active OUTDOOR life is darn near impossible. Being in the desert, in 150 degree weather, it sure doesn't make going for a jog or walk sound enjoyable. Heck, even the beach water feels like a warm bathtub!

* Pure exhaustion from my 7:30-3:00 teaching job makes it impossible for me to do ANYTHING after I get home. You thought my napping styles and 9:00 bedtime were bad in the USA?? Well, I think I have hit an all-time high with napping. I would say I am sticking to a good bedtime, but since meeting a certain somebody, throat clear, my early bedtime is non-existent.

So, needless to say, with these setbacks....I have managed to lose some of my weight.

Here recently, as part of my "healthier" life goal, I decided that I was going to stop taking all permanent medications (including my thyroid medication) and take only natural supplements/vitamins. I am looking at this situation, as if I were eating an ice-cream sundae.

I have eaten all that ice-cream, hot fudge, and caramel. Since eating that sundae, I have gained 7 pounds, felt all the lows again from this summer, hopped onto the emotional roller coaster again, and hit a blah moment.

So, off to another mission to LOSE weight, AGAIN!!

But, that little cherry on top of the sundae, which is the best part....the little bite that I am hanging on to....

I have met an exceptional man that makes me happy! He loves me for who I am, all that I come with, and have to offer; he even puts up with my emotional roller coaster ride.

Although this is a new relationship, and we are still getting to know each other, this is that little side of happiness that a girl wants, needs, and cherishes.

Occupied

It was 7 months ago that I packed up the pieces of my life and moved to Abu Dhabi. As I have said before, and I will say it again....BEST decision made. I have thoroughly enjoyed my stay here, my traveling, the people I have met, the friends I have made, the new culture I have immersed myself into, and the learning experiences. It has defintely changed me for the better and shed a new light on life.

As I sit here today, and reflect on the reasons why I took this job, things happen for a reason...most reasons unknown and at the hands of God. And in all literal senses of the word faith, things have happened, good and bad. My questions, concerns, and pathway for life have come to light.....still remain unanswered....or just hasn't happened yet.

I took a leap of faith taking this job for career reasons. I had become very frustrated with teaching in the United States. I was searching for confirmation of whether or not I was in the right job field or I needed to move on. Don't get me wrong, I put 150% into my job as an educator, and I wouldn't take any of it back. I also know, not to sound selfish, I am darn good at my job. I have it in my blood to be a teacher, educate the future, and nurture....I truely believe that this is a job meant for me....just not right now. Unfortunately, this leap of faith has confirmed that for me...I will NOT be a teacher for the rest of my life....I just can't. I am going to have to put something that I am really good at to rest, at least for now, and move on.

Admitting personality flaws is always hard for someone to do. But, I must say, taking this job has certainly made it easier for me. Moving to a new culture, where things are done differently, lifestyle is different, priorities are different....really puts things in persepctive for you. I realize more so than ever (not that I didn't know this already) just how important family and friends are. I value those relationships a great deal, and appreciate everyone who has stuck by me through my soul searching, compromised their own lives for me to take this journey (esp. my parents), and just those people who are simply my friends...I really appreciate you for who you are, LOVE you with all of my heart, and miss you! Even greater, this experience has shed a new light on life. Granted, I am still a bit high strung, I still love a clean/organized home, a little uptight, and a little set in my ways...because some of these things make me happy, just being here 7 months has changed what I live life for. I was always concerned about that little black book with my appointments and "TO DO" lists, when things were going to get done, dirty dishes in the sink and why they aren't in the dishwasher, and why things weren't being done when and how I wanted them done. Although I will never completely change, I just have some of that in me, I realize there is an entire world out there to see and I can get to the dirty dishes later. And approaching 30, I haven't done enough....I want MORE! The things that I have seen, done, and experienced here in the UAE far surpass my boring old life, and has opened a whole new door.

The next door to open is my search for love. As they say, there is a soulmate out there for everyone, somewhere. I obviously wasn't having the best of luck in the States. So, why not take yet ANOTHER leap of faith, and assume that the one person I am meant to spend the rest of my life with is maybe clear across the world? Who knows, right? It is worth a shot. Well, it is time. I have been here long enough....adapted to my new life, schedule, and home.....so I spread my wings. Is that person here? Have I met this person already, and just don't know? Or yet, did I just meet the person, and great things are soon to come? Only time will tell, and I can only tell you about the time. So, for now, the door is open....hopefully soon to close.

Lastly, it has been amazing how FAST the last 7 months has come and gone! In roughly FIVE months, I will be making a trip back to the States to see my family, friends, my house, and my precious little babies (Bogart, Ninna, and Missy). In addition, my mother (I wish I could say my father too) will come to visit my new world and hopefully learn just why I love this place so much! :)

So, until then....I have new doors to open, some to close, and some to find.

Fun Fun, had by all....

Values are defined differently by all, and in an ideal world, those differences would be accepted by all. Whether the values are personal or religious, they offer you rules to live by, things to stray away from, even a bit of a backbone. Values can define a person; values can make you just who you want to be.

One of the values that I have found totally remarkable here in Abu Dhabi, and in Middle Eastern countries overall, is the religious value of excluding alcohol from their lives; it is a religious sin to consume alcohol.

With that being said, I think that it is amazing, that a society, a group of people, an individual can have a great time, even with the absence of alcohol. The mere idea, which American's are fond of, that a good time can't be had without the magic potion, and yet, I am consumed by a group of people that prove that to be wrong.

As someone that doesn't drink alcohol, not very much/to very little/if at all, I have found a great appreciation in being able to hang out with people from this region, and have an absolute fabulous time, all based on the person/personality of an individual.


For example, my friend Mo. He and his roomie live four floors below us, in the same apartment complex. He is a local Emirati, practicing Muslim, and very abiding. He does the clubbing, going to bars, and partying...just like everyone else, but doesn't drink alcohol. He alone has a fascinating personality, but the fact that it continues to shine through in a bar/club atmosphere, he is comical at any given time, and he (we) has a great time WITHOUT a drop of alcohol, is all a relief.

A good time can be had, by all, without alcohol. You value a true personality, the time you spend with your friends, and the place you spend your time, instead of seeing everything in a fog. Likewise, less problems are bound to occur without the presence of alcohol...people aren't drinking and driving, fighting, causing trouble, etc.

It is all a fresh breath of air, being surround by people that can appreciate greater things in life, and have a great time doing it!

Everybody Is Doing It....

As the old saying goes, "if everybody jumps off a bridge, are you going to jump too?" Well, no, I wouldn't jump off a bridge....that is a bit extreme (and scary). But, as for daily acts in life, if everyone else is doing it, can't I??

I should have known, or at least learned, since this is a childhood lesson that we are all brought up on...it isn't okay to do what everyone else is....someone is going to get caught eventually. And, knowing my luck, I should have known, it would be me.

Parking in the great place of Abu Dhabi is a struggle...anywhere you go, anytime of the day, and any car that you drive; The architects forgot to create parking when they created these extraordinary buildings. So, off to the store we go....

My friends, Michelle and Sev, and I decided to do a little bit of shopping at Marks and Spencers one day. Pulling into the parking lot, and circling a couple of times, we were coming up empty handed on the parking spaces.

*NOTE: Parking in Abu Dhabi is random. Since parking is such a hardship, you find that people park in the most random places. You park in normal parking places, on curbs, down the middle of streets (where the yellow or white stripe would be), etc. Parking down the center stripe is a normalcy here...you would think. (END NOTE)*

Well, low and behold, we come around a corner to see ONE spot....parallel parking, down the center strip, just like everyone else....about 70 other cars parked this way. Parked and ready to go....shopping here we come!

It was a short shopping trip, we were done and out of there within a 2 hour time period. Dinner was awaiting, along with the wallets becoming empty, so to the car we stroll....

Plastered nicely to the windshield was a nice little ticket....along with the other 70 cars that were parked like me. The little guy, wearing the little blue vest, that I now want to run over with my car, had ticketed ALL of us for illegal parking!! Everyone does it, EVERYWHERE in Abu Dhabi (because of the lack in parking), and TODAY it is illegal?? And TODAY, I get a FIVE HUNDRED DIRHAM (about $150 American dollars) ticket?? REALLY, are you serious?? Tis the season!

Well, remembering where I am, the full American doesn't come out...where as I would have come unglued and probably ripped someone a new one, I kindly tried to speak to a police officer about the ticket. But, of course, the one I find doesn't speak English! URGHHH!

So, again, remembering where I am....I "kindly" paid my UNFAIR ticket on Wednesday of last week....500 Dirhams, down the toilet. May that be the last of the tickets, INSHALLAH, and may I NEVER find myself in the Abu Dhabi Department of Transportation again! :(

The End!

I say Hello, You say Goodbye...

We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year’s Day. -Edith Lovejoy Pierce

Hello 2011 and Goodbye 2010!!

Each year I tell myself that I am going to loose weight, become better organized with my life, and do new things. And although I started some of those in 2010, I still have more to do.

- In 2010, I started doing new things: I moved 7,000 miles away from home and I am living/working in Abu Dhabi.

- I have lost weight, not quite to my goal weight, but I am getting there....slowly but surely.

- Organized life...at this rate I don't think anything can be organized. I am in a new country with everything new to do....so life will be as organized as possible. Most of my life here is not and is very last minute.

Ringing in the new year, Abu Dhabi style:

Some of my friends and I went to a house party. Mingling with all sorts, meeting new people and old friends...the night was full of good laughs and memories.

Well, here it is, a new year. A new year with a clean slate, new choices, and new opportunities.

I have decided NOT to set goals this year, for I don't want to fail at them. Instead, I am following in the footsteps of a friend of mine, whom I think has a GREAT way of making New Year Resolutions, and I am going to name my year! So in the midst of a thyroid issue, knee surgery, and laziness....I am naming this my "YEAR OF HEALTH!"

In this year of health, I am going to become a healthier person, inside and out. I am going to better myself throughout the year in prep to yet another new year.

Anywhere but home....

Life abroad has led to so many cool experiences, the ability to meet so many new people, and a new life. And with that new life, there has to be new traditions made. I had not thought about such simple things, until the month of November rolled around. Thanksgiving had come and passed so quickly, I almost didn't realize the holidays were here!

Thanksgiving is a holiday, a day to really think about what you have to be grateful for. It is an appreciated holiday, but not my all time favorite. It is a holiday that puts me in my place, reunites family members after a long year, and basically starts the "holiday" season. Thanksgiving is the start to all good to come....it is the reminder that my FAVORITE holiday is right around the corner. CHRISTMAS!

This year, 2010, Thanksgiving was spent in Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates. I had spent it with friends, around the city....just like any other day. It was okay that I wasn't at home, for I had missed Thanksgiving with the family before. Those long drives from Lubbock to Austin often times made me rethink the visit. So, it was normal/okay not being at "home" in Austin. The hardship would only come after.

This holiday season is different...for many reasons. First, being in a country where Christmas isn't celebrated, really can put a damper on the holiday season. Sure, the National Day lights are still illuminating the streets of Abu Dhabi...they are even red and green. There are stores with Christmas trees and Christmas decorations, but it isn't like home. I wasn't able to pull all my boxes down from the garage and decorate my home like a winter wonderland. But, then again, I am not at home in America. So, needless to say, this holiday season was a bit hard. Communication is hard....where I would usually call or send a text to friends to say "Happy Holidays", I didn't....it is too costly. Where I would usually be sitting around a fire with family and friends, I wasn't....I was in Abu Dhabi. Where I would be shopping and wrapping Christmas presents, I wasn't. Where I would be wrapping Christmas bandannas around my dog's necks, I didn't...I don't have them with me. And where I THOUGHT I would be spending Christmas in Abu Dhabi, semi- alone....I wasn't, there was an alternative.

There were very few of us that stayed back in the Emirates. A lot of people either went home or had a big trip planned. I had not thought that far in advance, but little did I know a trip was in my near future.

Last minute, within a 48 hour period, a friend and I decided to take a trip. We were going to be anywhere but home, so we decided to go to Turkey (Istanbul). By golly, we weren't going to spend it alone, we were going to spend the holidays doing something fun!

Since coming over to the UAE, I haven't taken any major trips...just around Abu Dhabi and Dubai. So going to Turkey was going to be GREAT! Heck, if I am not spending it with family and friends back home, why not spend it with friends traveling! :)

Istanbul, Turkey

What a fantastic experience! A country so rich in history, beauty, and atmosphere! It was so easy to fall in love with the country and it's people, it was hard to leave. The buildings and museums that make Turkey what it is, they were amazing to see. The streets of Turkey and everything they had to offer people/tourists. We had an absolute blast and I would highly recommend a trip there! I will definitely return for another trip.

Christmas in Turkey 2010 Scrapbook

Turkey and the Junkie

Having left the United States 3 months ago, my life has been turned upside down, shaken, and stirred. I had not realized how important a set schedule had become to my life and just how strictly it was followed- anything from house cleaning day (Sat.), TV show schedule, dinner nights with friends, meetings, etc.

Another thing about leaving your home country, one doesn't always think about the traditions that are lost. We fall captive of our own doings, celebrations, and beliefs, yet forget that not everyone else is held in captivity too.

Television in this country has been a hardship. I used to have a set schedule of shows:

Desperate Housewives and Brothers & Sisters, Grey's Anatomy Oprah, Dr. Phil, The Doctor's, Glee, Biggest Loser, etc.

All of which are seasons behind, so my Junkie days of TV watching are over. It is actually nice not having to depend on watching TV shows, but instead living life! TV has become of little importance to me lately, which made me realize how much I depended on it back home!

I am writing this, having just passed through Thanksgiving. Giving thanks to a years plentiful harvest, and not forgetting the newly developed relationship between Native Americans and the Pilgrims. But yet, the Pilgrims didn't land in Abu Dhabi, UAE to meet the Native Americans....so what do they have to be thankful for? Nothing I suppose, if you label thanks under a day. And, this is where the story begins.

Thanksgiving Day, Thursday Nov.25th. Being in a land of so many ex-patriots, Americans especially,you find yourself longing for a tradition that you are so used to. I had awakened that morning, looking at my watch all day, mapping out what the family back home was doing. I was living the life of "Turkey Day" through a watch, past memories, and 7,000 miles away. I could picture my mom putting the turkey in the oven, along with that stupid ham that I hate the smell of. I had green been casserole, mashed potatoes, and pumpkin pie dancing around my head. It was that day, I realized how many traditions I am losing for the next 2-3 years of my life.

As the day started to end, I had a sudden sadness hit...I realized that I was going to get through Thanksgiving Day and not have a TURKEY meal. We, myself and a few friends, had decided that we would go "celebrate" Thanksgiving by having dinner. We had decided to go to one of our favorite hot spots, The One. I had walked in planning to have my normal routine meal, create your own pasta dish. But, there upon the menu, a Thanksgiving meal. Turkey, dressing, stuffing, carrots, etc. The feast was upon me, UAE style. Although it would never compare to what I would have at home, it was the thought. It was the mere fact that I had put the tradition monster to sleep...I had my turkey day!

So although it isn't the tradition I am used to....this experience was about making new traditions. Heck, I consider myself the luckiest gal ever...I have old traditions to fall back on and new ones to add.

So, wherever you are, wherever you were, and however you did it...I hope everyone had a wonderful Turkey Day!

Dunes at Dusk

Starting on this journey to the Middle East, I have created another "bucket list." A list that I hope to accomplish all, but it is a far fetched idea. A list that has the top places I want to see...things I want to do....and places I want to travel.

Among the things on that list, and something that has taken me SO long to complete, being that I live in a desert....OFF-ROADING! Yup, I want to hop into a 4X4 car, and blitz through the sand dunes of the desert, in the middle of NO WHERE!

So, Friday October 22nd, there was an off-roading event raising money for a well known charity, Race for the Cure: Breast Cancer Awareness. It was an all-day event, including a day trip, a bar-b-que, and then a night trip (how we were getting home).

Being that Race for the Cure is primarily pink, Barbara and I were going to dress the part. We had found matching pajama sets that had pink, hearts, and were comfortable. Comfort would be key on this trip!

We attended the event, and rode with a good friend of Barbara's, a local Emirati by the name of Nasser. He is one of the nicest, giving, and extremely accommodating individuals that I have met (although they have all been very pleasant). He is a Marshall, so he was leading the afternoon group.

There was a time when I thought I was completely nuts for jumping out of an airplane, but knowing my personality, it is fitting. Now, I have to question my sanity again, by asking why someone would get in a car, in the middle of no where, and fly through sand....hoping you don't get stuck! HA, because it is FUN!!!

The amount of speed that you are able to use, as you literally glide through the sand dunes, in the middle of no where, is absolutely amazing. The skills that it takes to navigate through the desert and the dunes, it is something else.

During the day trip, it is so neat at how much you see in the desert...yes, a little bit of nothing, but you also see camels, creatures squirreling around, some neat plants, and a clear blue sky! It was very pretty, actually reminded me of being in the middle of the hill country somewhere in Texas (ironic enough).

The bar-b-que was yummy. Just as any good ol' Texas BBQ, it was pool-side.....steaks, chicken, and sausage. Sides galore, consisted of salads, pastas, and of course, dessert in the desert. :) It was nice....I was able to meet some of the other off-roading club members, chat a little, and rest before our big journey.

Getting home to Abu Dhabi is normally an easy route....a straight shot on a perfectly paved road. With caution of a few speed trap cameras, there isn't a lot that could get in your way. BUT, not this group!! Our journey back home to Abu Dhabi was going to be done 100% by desert. We wouldn't touch a foot of highway until the end. We were going to travel through the desert, as if we were in the olden days, but instead of camels...it would be by Cadillac (or Nissan Patrol, Toyota FJs, etc.). The really scary part to this ride, opposite of the day trip, you can't really see! So I could see when a big dune was coming, or how my driver was going to handle getting us over, but at night...things are different. Granted, the guys that were driving this trip had been doing this for a while and were rather good at off-roading....but at the same time, you are depending on a leader with a GPS, the car, and the lights on the car. Hmmm....well, here we go....

I hopped into a Nissan Patrol, orange of all colors, with one of the marshals Khaled. He is a friend of Barbara's, which I have come to know. He is a nice guy....very well traveled (travels to the States every year for work), very smart, and just a very like-able guy.

Off-roading at night has got to be by far, one of the coolest things ever! The unknown and the unexpected all by the glare of the moon...WAY COOL! Up and down, through the sand we go, all the way to Abu Dhabi. There were about 20 cars on this trip, which I now understand is WAY too many for a night trip. I think we were stopping every 10 minutes because someone got stuck, someone popped their tire off the rim, or we lost someone; the stopping got rather old, but what do you do?

* Putting the tire back on the rim, in the desert....let me just say, I don't ever want to do it. You think changing a tire on the road is hard or tiring, well, you ain't seen nothing yet! This is pure skill....balancing the jack atop sand (which sinks) by weight of 2-3 guys on the other side of the car...pure genius!

* Getting stuck in sand... it is just bound to happen, period...end of story! Every driver does it at some point, experience or not, but you know, they ALWAYS get out! (I don't know how, it just always works out!)

* Bathrooms in the desert- Well, you have one of two choices....you either hold it or you find something to go squat behind. There are no portable potties, and there darn sure isn't any running water! You are really roughing it out here!

It was mid point through the trip that was my Oprah "ah-ha" moment in the desert. We had reached the biggest sand dune, Negro Dune. It was HUGE! It was as if we had reached Mt. Everest and were prepping for the climb of our life! The boys had all raced each other to see who could get to the farthest point up the side of the dune. It was so steep, cars were sliding back down the dune...just crazy. The rest of us took a soda break, relaxed and "chatted."

When taking a night trip, warnings should always be remembered. As it was reaching past midnight, the marshals were worried about fog starting to settle. Being that I was not familiar with the desert, I couldn't imagine what they were so worried about! Yeah, right....fog in the desert, and it is going to obstruct our way home. Well, low and behold, I got my spoon full of fog alright. Not thinking, it only makes since that with the temperature of the sand being so hot, and the night time so cool in the desert (yes, it really does get kind of chilly at night) that the drastic temp changes would create an abundance of fog. It was starting to get so foggy, views were being blocked...windshields wouldn't clear (even with the defrost on), you couldn't see but 5-10 feet in front of you, etc. The guys were having to maneuver through the dunes blindly...guessing when to use speed and when not.

Toward the later part of the night, with the fog settling, the sand started to get wet, turning into a mud type. Getting up the dunes was becoming even more difficult. We passengers were having to hang out of the windows, being a watchman for the drivers. Barbara was so far out the window, she has stains to prove it. She looked like a freshly bathed puppy dog....wet hair matted to her face. I didn't look any better....curly hair and humid fog...not a good mix.

With all complications aside, the trip finally came to an end. There is a gate, which lets you on to the highway that takes you the rest of the way home. At this point, 3:30 am, I was never so happy to see the road. The fog had become to much, and I knew it just wasn't safe. In fact, as memory has it, Nasser got lost. He didn't see the rest of the crew turn off, so he kept going. He had missed the turn by a long shot. We were waiting for about 45 minutes before he had found his way back and picked us up. Another 30 minutes and we were home, showered, and in bed. I had never been so happy to see a shower too! One thing about sand...it gets EVERYWHERE...in your shoes, hair, bags, etc. Aghhh, a warm shower....

It was a total blast and a complete success, something that I would love to do again. Being that I still have plenty of time here, I am sure I will!

Birthday Bonaza

October 8, 1981

The day I was born, in Humble Texas. Twenty nine years later, and here I am....in a foreign country that I now call home, not sure where life is taking me, and so much to look forward to.

This birthday was different from all others...it was spent in a VERY different place, with friends (wonderful friends at that), but 7,000 miles away from family and close friends back home. It started out a bit strange, because it was so out of the ordinary. But, just like everything else, it turned out alright.

It started out just like any regular day. We had planned to go to a little Italian place for dinner. Barb and I had just found the place a week before, and ultimately became a favorite. You have to know, Italian food and Erin, we are good friends! Chantal was coming down from Al Ain to join us for dinner. It was to be small, quiet, just as any day. Another mistake I had made, this dinner night fell on the same night that there was a dragon boating competition, everyone had already made plans, and it was the end of a work week and people were tired. Again, no worries, it is just another day! I am come to the reality, as you grow older, birthdays aren't as much fun. Once you hit the main markers, 16....18....21, there isn't too much more to look forward to but getting older. :)

So, carrying on through a normal Friday afternoon, hanging out, running around town, shopping, etc....it was just like old times. We had decided to attend the Abu Dhabi car show. Barbara had heard about it, heard that the drifting team would be in town and out on a show, and it would be great fun.

We had returned to the hotel, everyone was to take a shower and get ready. So, within an hour, I was ready, but had not heard from the other two. Minutes later, with a ring of my doorbell, in walks Chantal and Barbara....rolling a tray in with a BASKIN ROBBINS ice cream cake, candles, balloons, and gifts. Pink bunny ears atop my head and my wishes were made. We gorged ourselves on decadent chocolate cake, giggled at the surprise of it all, and opened gifts. The girls went above and beyond!! I got:
1. a little shisha smoker....really cute
2. my favorite perfume, Samsara
3. a keychain, which marks so true..."Lost in Abu Dhabi"

So, the rest of the deal was, starting from this moment, the balloons were to go wherever I went. Yup, that is right....I walked around the car show, where the manly of the manliest men go....cars and motorcycles roared, and music blared...here I was with a trail of balloons attached to my purse. I must say, it was quite a scene, as there were many people who asked to take a picture, especially photographers from the local newspapers (I am yet to see the paper that published the pictures). There was no losing me...I could be spotted a mile away.

Next was dinner....off to Palazio Italian Rest. we went, balloons included. This has become one of my favorite rest. in the Abu Dhabi area! Not only do they have good food, Italian food at that, but the atmosphere of the rest. is absolutely divine. It is like you stepped off a plane and landed in Venice. The murals, the paintings, the decor, and even the chefs...it all reminds you of those quiet nights within the Venetian City...gondola rides, Italian music, and the smell of sweet Italian wines. Took me back to a place I didn't stay as long as I wanted, but enjoyed every moment of the experience.

We had stuffed ourselves to the brim....enjoying a divine feast of Italian favorites. We were so full, that by 10:00 PM, our beds were calling our names.

It was a great birthday..another year older, another year wiser, and another year spent with great friends, having a great time.

You wouldn't expect anything less....

Back home in the States, anyone could tell you, the day to live for was FRIDAY! Friday was the last day of the work week and therefore, started your two day mental health days (weekend). What a person would do without those, I just couldn't tell you.

Here, in the United Arab Emirates, our weekend starts on Thursday. Thursday marks the last day of the work week, Friday is the Holy Day (nothing is open and there isn't much to do), and Saturday is our "Sunday" in the States, but acts like a Saturday (everything is open and there is plenty to do).

I used to say I LOVE weekends, and I looked very much forward to weekends. Now, I can say I LOVE weekends, I CAN'T WAIT for weekends, weekends couldn't come FAST enough, I WORK for weekends, weekends are NOT long enough here, etc. Yes, that is right....I wake up Sunday morning (1st day of work) dreaming about my next weekend....I get through the week, counting down the hours until the weekend starts. I have never LOVED weekends as much as I do now, until I became a teacher in the UAE!

Not that my weekends are special, or I do anything over the top. Just the mere fact that I am run down to complete exhaustion and beat to a bloody pulp, the two days of not seeing bratty little 3rd graders, listening to them speak Arabic/call me names in Arabic, being able to talk without screaming and yelling, and just plain enjoy myself is well, like smelling roses! It is as enjoyable as that first bite into a chilled Gala apple, the smell and taste of my Starbucks caramel machiatto, and the feeling you get after the best nights sleep. I can seriously say, these two days are what I LIVE for in this country!

This past weekend, I would say is one of my over the top days, I had the pleasure of experiencing for the first time.....an Abu Dhabi hospital.

Last Wednesday (October 13th) I had decided to wear a brand new pair of shoes that I bought from the mall. A good brand....purchased from Aldos, all leather, slip on flats. I had received several compliments on them throughout the day. Until about mid-way through the afternoon, as they started rubbing blisters on my feet. :( Stuck, as I didn't have another pair of shoes to switch to, I continued about my day. As soon as I got home, I switched to another pair of shoes, and went about the rest of my day.

Thursday (October 14th), last day of the work week, I wear my trusty reef flip flops to school. Happy as usual, for my weekend is just hours away, I am walking up and down the isles of the classroom, checking the work of my students. I turn my head, making a step forward and I have an unfortunate run in with the bottom of a rolly backpack. Yup, I have just jammed my two small toes, also where the blister is located, into the bottom of one of my kiddos backpack. Not just any backpack, but one built of metal, heavy duty, 4 wheels, and heavy. As if this kid were leaving on the next jet plane, and going backpacking through the Alps! Oh my, the pain was like no other! Of course, my toes start bleeding, so I ask my student teacher to watch the class as I go over to the nurse.

Finally through the day and back at home, my foot is sore. It felt as though I had a broken toe or two (not an unusual experience for me) and a blister the size of Mount Everest. I thought it would heal just fine, just keep it clean. But, as the weekend went on, the pain worsened. I couldn't put a shoe on my foot, and the swelling just kept growing. So, with a "little help from my friends", Barbara had talked my into going to the doctor.

Fear of the unknown set in....I am still in a "new" place, which I call home now. But, I had not been to a doctor here, and things just aren't the same as they are in the States. The uneasy feeling set in, and I just lost it....cried like a baby, for fear that I was to navigate my way through this city, find parking for my car, walk into a hospital that I didn't know, and everything was going to be okay? hmmm. Thank the lord above, Barbara offered to go with me!

The hospital was crowded, a lot of people there for misc. reasons, none of which I cared to ask. The lady at the front desk, probably only understanding half of what I told her, sent me to orthopedics. Why?? I told her that I just needed a general practitioner, not a specialist, but she insisted. Only to find out that the wait time was 1.5 hours....I DON'T THINK SO! I was later taken to the ER, wait time ZERO! I was taken care of within minutes! Because of all the dirt, sand, and grime here, the blister had become infected. So, between the pain of bashing my toes into what felt like cement and an infected wound, I felt like I was about to lose my foot. Tender to the touch, cleaning and bandaging my foot was like driving a knife through my leg. The doctor was lucky I didn't kick him in the face with my other foot.

Bandage on, three prescriptions, and a note to stay off my foot for two days....WE WERE OFF!

I have enjoyed the past two days....relaxing, sleeping...watching TV....etc. Back to reality, as I will go hobbling into work again tomorrow. Thank goodness for the short week!

Thanks to my wonderful friend Barbara, who without her, I probably wouldn't have gone to see a doctor.

Overall experience, things were pleasant. Although I hope I don't every have to make another trip, it isn't as horrible as I had imagined. Things were taken care of and I feel better.

Until then, I hobble around, bandage intact and medications to kill....

To be or not to be.....

At the risk of sounding about 40 years older than I really am, WHAT HAS THE WORLD COME TO?? I am starting to sound like my Papa, who at the great age of 90 passed away, bewildered at what the world was like. My father, constantly amazed at the stupidity of people. And alike, I wonder the same thing!

I left the United States in August 2010, after a serious mind game of whether or not teaching was the right route for me. After beating myself up, teaching won, but I was going to take a different approach....I was going to teach abroad! Better yet, I was going to teach in an Arab country, where Muslims are known for obedient children and intelligence. So, I packed my bags and left, with a new hope, a new dream, and an open mind. I figured, by taking this trip, I was going to renew my love for teaching, and what I do so well. In theory, I love the idea of being a teacher, what a teacher can do/offer, and all the creativity a teacher can have (not to mention the SEVEN years of college it took to get me that degree!). But, is it the right pathway?

I am based in Shahama, a small town on the outskirts of Abu Dhabi; it is the halfway point between Abu Dhabi and Dubai. Every morning, I wake up at 5:00, leave by 6:00, pick up three other co-workers, and off we go on our 25 minute ride.

The 25 minute car ride is quite comical...it is actually my saving grace for my own sanity. I don't know what I would do without my co-workers and all of our laughs.

Saundra- probably one of the funniest people on Earth. She has a good attitude about everything, even when she is down. She has a quick wit to her, and can turn ANYTHING into something funny. I must say, she gets me through the day.

Leafy- she is small, meek, and quite. She gets a good laugh from Saundra too....a small giggle. Doesn't have too much to say, just enough....sits back and enjoys the ride.

Elaine- I sometimes think she is from a different planet. Funny, but where she gets some of her thoughts, I just don't know.

But, between Saundra and Elaine, we have four tickets straight to "Funny-Ville."

During my interview, I had specifically asked to be put in a boys school. Back home, in the United States, I had always related better to boys. I figure it is the nurturing part of my personality, so I thought it would be the same.


MISTAKE #1: Being put in a boys school!

In this country, no female should be in a boy's school, only males. From an early age, they [boys] are taught that they are MEN....they can do no wrong. They are the chosen ones, for they will carry the family name, carry the family money, etc.

MISTAKE #2: Not asking to be in a private or international school.

Ibn Sina (my school) is a government school, affiliated with a British provider. They are being re-structured based on the guidelines used in Britain, Australia, and the US. Therefore, since this program is new, so are the concepts of school. (FACT OF THE DAY: as of 30 years ago, the UAE didn't have schools. They would sit under trees and read the Qur'an, their holy book).

So, here we are, three weeks into the new school year. I feel like a new teacher, all over again, multiplied by 150. I feel like the worst teacher on the face of this earth, as if I can't do anything right, yet am working until 2:00 am. I work until the wee hours of the night, for what? The kids don't appreciate my lesson plans, so why should I?

What I thought I had mastered, classroom management, it has gone down the drain here.

The kids are OUT OF CONTROL! They have no respect for classrooms, books, supplies, teachers, their school, etc. They spit (anywhere and everywhere, even on teachers), they fight (NON-STOP....this is the most violent group of children I have ever seen), they are rude, don't follow directions, don't EVER SHUT UP, are illiterate (in both/all languages), are lazy, have lack of discipline multiplied by 250 (in fact, I don't think the word discipline is in the Arab dictionary), systems and processes don't exist here....to sum it up, NOTHING goes right! I have lost all morals as a teacher, turning my back to problems that I would NEVER not fix...just because here, they are normal. The fact that I have to scream and yell, most of my day, because that is the only way to get these kids to shut up. I feel like I am working in a zoo!

For the lack of better phrases, I HATE my life here between the hours of 7:00 am to 1:30 pm, Sunday through Thursday. Any time out of that range, I LOVE it here! I can't think of a better place to be.

Moral of this story, all of the problems that I used to gripe about back home and how lazy I thought American kids were, I would trade all of that in a heartbeat! I would take ANY problem or child from the last 4 years of my teaching, instead of what I am faced with now. I am sorry for all of the bad things I said about teaching in America, all of my complaints toward administration, and all of the students I griped about. (And to my fellow teacher friends, count your blessings, because it COULD be worse!)

So, through all of this, I have decided...

I AM a good teacher! I do the job well and love kids, but teaching is not the pathway I am meant to be on. I don't know what my pathway is supposed to be, but I am really working toward the nursing/hospital administration field. It is going to be a struggle, and I don't know how I am going to get there, but where there is a WILL, there is a WAY.

New living quarters

Well, the time has come!! My stay in the Intercontinental, 5 star treatment, buffet style breakfast, valet parking, and service at any time has finally come to an end!!

Barbara and I picked up our keys to the new apartment on Thursday.....we spent all day Friday cleaning, and will start moving things in this week and next weekend.


More pictures to come, as soon as we move in and have furniture!!

Catch(her) in the Rye

One of the main reasons for pursuing this job opportunity was the EXPERIENCE this trip would allow for me. And guess what, there hasn't been a day since setting foot on UAE soil that I haven't experienced something new, outrageous, complicated, exciting, different, strange, and just plain abnormal.

Barbara and I went to the mall the other day, to get a bite to eat. Nothing out of the ordinary....a trip to the food court or one of the MANY cafes around the mall. As I am sitting there, enjoying my chicken pasta, a good conversation, and company of a good friend, there is a sudden burst of anger from behind me. There, in the middle of the mall, were two groups of guys....yelling at each other (in Arabic) and beginning the start of a fight. After a short acceleration and choice words, the groups went their separate ways. What just happened???

With a look of confusion, as it is normally plastered to my face, Barbara said, "There goes the Emirati style of dating for you....watch...."

So, being the people watcher that I am, the next 10 minutes of my life was spent observing....the life of an Emirati and dating.

Mind you, I said I was here for the experience. The experiences here are like no other, and very different to what I am accustomed to, but that is why I am here. So, here goes, "Emirati Dating:101"


Around 3:30 in the afternoon, this marks the prime time for the Emirati girls to visit the malls, to walk, shop, etc. Dressed in the typical worn abaya, sheila around the head/hair, and high heels (some so high, I think I would kill myself trying to walk in them)....these girls cruise up and down the mall; in and out of shops, up the escalator stairs, and to the food court they go. You would expect nothing less of a female, right?

The Emirati boys, dressed in their typical worn white kandora and saturated with some of the best smelling colognes, in the words of Jersey Shore, they start their "creeping." They follow the Emirati girls, in and out of shops, up the escalator stairs, and to the food court. They will follow behind them, just enough distance between them, but will follow. Some will actually approach one of the ladies, chat a bit, but mostly just follow.

Now, one of the really cool things about this process is the visual aspect. Based on the females choice, some ladies cover more than others. So, there are ladies that just cover their hair or there are ladies that cover their entire face. So, this Emirati dating game is quite interesting, because the guys don't always know what the girls look like. In fact, the more covered the female is, the more guys follow her.

The other side to this, are the girls that cover just their hair. Some ladies go the natural look and are quite beautiful, but then, there are those that dress like the Emirati version of Barbie...they have so much makeup plastered to their faces, you just don't know what to think.

In the eyes of the viewer, none of this would really look abnormal. It simply looks like a cluster of girlfriends going to the mall together, for fun. Then, of course, you have a group of guys, with their buddies, going to the mall. It is all about first, who you know that can tell you this stuff. But also, watching each of the guys and their "stroll" (walk), the distance they leave behind the group of girls, and finally- the funniest part of this process, how the guys hang around the group of girls when they enter a store. The boys will linger, pace back and forth, waiting for the girls to exit the store, in order to continue following.

Best part for the females...if the girl isn't interested, they simply call their driver or someone to come get them.....they will sit and wait, until they are fetched. Like a dog, tail tucked and dragging to the floor, the boys walk on and find another group.

So, who will eventually catch her?

Airing Out My Dirty Laundry

I have now been in Abu Dhabi for a month now....hard to believe! I have experienced and seen so much, in so little time, I almost don't know what to do with myself.

Peering out of my 15th floor hotel window (STILL!), straight shot to the Arabian Gulf, you wouldn't dream of hearing a complaint from me....or would you?

Thinking back to my arrival, I couldn't wait to live the "high" life, and boy have we ever! FIVE star hotel, service, food, bedding, etc. and being water front, you couldn't think of a better vacation, (clear throat) I mean, job location. I can't remember the last time I carried anything (laundry, groceries, anything heavy) to my own room...that is right, it is done for me. My car, it is parked for me. Oh, did I mention, my breakfast is a gourmet BUFFET, with more food than even the starving children in Ethiopia could eat, but nonetheless- absolutely WONDERFUL! Who wouldn't want this life!?!?

Well, it is trips to the local grocery stores (Spinneys) or a drive around town in hunt of a laundry place. Isn't it funny, sad really, how much we take the small things in life for granted. Something as simple as a washing machine. I <3 my washing machine, and have never missed something so MUCH! Especially when it comes down to really, literally, "airing out your dirty laundry." So, you walk into the laundry place, where you hand them your bags. Atop the counter, your goods are dumped out, and counted. Not secretly counted, but underwear is thrown in different directions, tops, bottoms, etc....nothing secret about your laundry...in fact, "Victoria's secret" is out of the bag!

Oh, don't let me forget, those small washings we do in the bathtub, with liquid detergent. You walk in to everyone's hotel bathroom, clothes are hung from top to bottom...drying.

Need I not forget, good ol' home cooking! You might think all those delicious dishes I keep posting look good, well, try eating them for a month! The value I would put on my own kitchen, stove, refrigerator, etc. = PRICELESS!! The night we get those keys to this new apartment we have been "approved" for, I vouch to sleep on top of the kitchen counters- granite and all.

Life, abode a five star hotel in the one and only Abu Dhabi, doesn't carry many complaints....I mean, look at my pictures! Life here is good, great actually. But, lesson learned here, remember all those things we take for granted. You never know when you aren't going to have them, and REALLY REALLY want them.

So, farewell to my last night of vacation...for school starts tomorrow (Tuesday Sept. 14- staff development) and the kiddos come on Wed. Sept. 15th. My list of things to do gets longer, and guess what is on top:

LAUNDRY

The Hustle and Bustle

I sit here, peering out from my 15th floor window of the Intercontinental Hotel in complete awe and disbelief. I haven't quite grasped the fact that I really am here, in a foreign country, to live and work for the next two years of my life. I have this repeating thought that I am simply on vacation. I am living in a 5-star hotel, serviced with daily room cleaning, valet parking, and buffet style breakfast every morning (absolutely to die for). Who wouldn't forget that a job is soon to come? This experience, as I have said before, has been like a dream...nothing but positive things to say.

I started driving this last week...I was scared to death! I must say, I feel like a human again, being able to drive! Driving in the UAE is a rare form; these Emiratis are absolute maniacs when it comes to driving, so every car ride is an experience all in its own. Things are going well, as I have been driving to and from work all week. I wouldn't call myself a pro, yet. Thank goodness for Garmin Nuvi....he is my best friend!

As I have said before, I think this job/move was the best decision I am yet to make in my life. I have a 45 minute commute to and from work, so it gives me time to sit and think, which I have been doing quite a bit of.

I ponder the meaning of lost, as I get lost every afternoon driving in from Al Shahama, and what an excellent learning experience such a negative word creates. Getting lost in the car coming home from work, only barely brushes the story of my life- past, present, and future.

I am lost...

* longing for a new career in the States. As many of you know, and I have said before, I won't be returning to the States for a teaching job. Instead, my plan is to go back to school, and complete my nursing degree and master's in hospital administration; something that should have been done long ago, even from the beginning.

* longing for religion and faith. Being in Abu Dhabi, I am immersed in a Muslim rich environment, no one can escape from because it is in every aspect of your own life. Prayer call is five times a day, called from speaker systems all over the country....you can hear it from anywhere you are. Amazingly, it isn't annoying; it is actually quite serene. I catch myself saying a small prayer of my own, when I hear it. Really, it makes you come to grips with your own religion.

The outfit of a Muslim- Kandora (for men) and the abaya and sheila (for women)are the typical attire here. As many of you have seen, I even wear them for work and when visiting mosques. Up until my trip, and asking a friend of mine 50 million questions, I didn't get it. For women, it is the exact opposite of what people think, especially Americans. Women wear the abaya, sheila, burka, hijab (whatever their choice) as a devotion to Allah (God), their purity for a future husband, and as a personal choice. The thought is, no other man should see another man's wife; contrary, a man, technically, doesn't see his wife until marriage. In turn, this eliminates the straying from a marriage. Is it a little on the extreme side? Sure, maybe to most, but from the words of an Emirati local, marriage is then viewed differently...you are actually working on the marriage together, as you are getting to know each other (many marriages are arranged here). Contrary to the most popular belief, the typical Muslim outfit for women is not about shunning the females, to belittle them, or lack of self confidence. It is actually quite the opposite! Women here are treated quite well...(I know, most of you are gasping at the fact that I have just said that) but you have to experience it to know the real truth.

Fasting- During the holy month of Ramadan, fasting is from sunrise to sunset. As a Muslim, you may not eat or drink anything, including water, gum, candy, etc. This was a struggle when I first arrived. Because of Ramadan, lunch typically isn't in the schedule. If you are lucky, you can pop into a grocery store or grab takeaway and go back to your hotel room, but for the most part, you also end up fasting. Obviously giving something up for a religious reason is something big; it gives you a greater appreciation for things. In simpler terms, I have NEVER loved water as much as I LOVE water now! Definitely gives you a greater appreciation for the smaller things in life.

Patience- I never really stopped to think about how fast paced my life always was. You set your mind to do something, and it usually gets done within the time period that you want. Here, things don't work like that. I swear, it is as if we have our own clock over here. I will simply refer to it as, "Arab time."

Arab time happens when Arab time happens. When in a car, you are in a rush to get to no where. Everything else...."inshallah"- it will happen when it happens. There are no immediate answers, just maybes. "Don't worry, it will be okay" has become a popular one. No one is in a rush, there aren't many deadlines, and you are lucky that people even show up to work. :) Being thrown into this, immediately, has had a huge impact...I almost don't know what to do with myself! I don't have a classroom yet, which means my classroom isn't decorated or ready, I don't know my curriculum or what to do for the first day, but you know, "inshallah"- everything will be okay. Oddly enough, I am not all that worried about it...strange I know, coming from someone that should be medicated for obsessive compulsive disorder! being here has been quite relaxing and has taught a great lesson...ENJOY life while you can!

True Beauty- Having been here for a little over three weeks and during the holy month of Ramadan, I am yet to experience the true beauty of the UAE/Abu Dhabi. Although all that I have seen and done has been great, I believe there to be so much more. I think there are even more treats coming my way, and I can't wait!

So, until then, the hustle and bustle is about to begin. We found out that Eid is starting Wednesday Sept 8th, which means the end to Ramadan (things get crazy for the next 7 days, off from work), school starts on Sept. 15th, I will be moving into my new apartment soon, and my mini-vacation will slow down (note, I didn't say end!!). A lot to come, in so few days!