Henna

Henna, the colored dye, is used a lot here in various ways.

It's used in intricate designs painted on women's bodies, usually their hands and forearms, and sometimes their feet.

It's used as a fingernail polish, but the whole tip of the finger is colored.

It's used to color hair.

It's used to color beards.  Not sure what the significance is there.  Thankfully, you don't see it often because it's a rather strange sight.  A bright red beard on folks my complexion causes you to take a second look.

It's also used by men on the palms of their hands and bands around their fingers to indicate they're married.

One of my teachers had her hands painted and had a horrific allergic reaction to the dark brown/black henna which is believed to be stronger (???).

Interesting, right?

Now to school stuff -

Today was the first day of standardized testing.  The students were tested on reading and writing Arabic.  The whole testing environment is in keeping with everything else here, very laid back.

I was monitoring a 4th grade class of girls because their teacher was absent.  About midway through the testing period, someone came in and chatted with the girls, interrupting for about five minutes.  No problem.  No big deal, but unheard of in the US.

Like I said yesterday, this is the least stressful testing I've ever been involved in.

Beginning tomorrow, the boys will go home at 11:00 and the girls at 11:45.  Gotta love that, too.  Normal dismissal is at 12:45 for the boys and 1:45 for the girls.

Those times are colorful, too, because the last period should go from 12:15 to 1:00 for the boys and 1:15 to 2:00 for the girls.

Here's what happens.  Beginning at 12:30 and 1:30 respectively, everyone starts heading for the door.  It is a daily exercise in controlled chaos.  You just pray to God that everyone gets where they're supposed to go. The last class should be a study on how efficiently everyone can clear the building.

Adhering to dismissal times and adjusting those times so that the students are not missing instructional minutes, is a work in progress.

As I've mentioned, the girls use 11 huge busses, to accommodate them all.  The system is such that none of the busses move until everyone is on board.  Then they depart in caravans, some going left, the others right.

Finally, there is another thing I've noticed about the students.

There seems to be a higher percentage of special ed students, probably because of the custom of marrying relatives.  The country has just started to push for genetic testings before and after marriage, but that's proving to be an uphill battle.  What's really fascinating is the stigma associated with having a special needs child. Because of this, there is also a high percentage of unidentified special ed students. We do have a teacher for these students, but it is a new focus, for sure.

OK.  Just one more thing.

Mother's Day is celebrated today in Ireland.  One of my teachers is from there.  She also shared that she and her family and friends had a big St. Patrick's Day celebration.  I didn't even realize what the day was.  It was not recognized in the malls or shopping areas.

Mother's Day is celebrated in this country on Wednesday, the 21 of this month, the first day of Spring.

Who knew Mother's Day wasn't universally celebrated on the same day around the world?

OK, that's it.

I think all of this is very interesting.  I hope you do, too.

Productive Day

Yesterday I didn't get out of pajamas.  Lots of reading and TV.  Today, I was moving and shaking and getting things done.

I went by the hospital for a walk-in appointment.  The guys there were great.  They told me that it was way too busy then, but they gave me a better time later in the day.

Then it was off to get Luther serviced.  While waiting for him, I wrote my weekly bulletin.  Finished that and continued reading a novel on my phone.  The Kindle App is one of my favorite apps.  When I moved to a different waiting area, I met a Black woman from Long Beach.  She was dressed in complete Arab-wear.  I think she was probably Muslim.  She was an ADEC teacher and had been in the country for five years, three teaching at a private school, and two with ADEC.  She was about to do some serious complaining, when she asked me how I liked it.  I told her I loved it, and started naming all of the things I loved.  It turned the conversation around immediately from where it was heading - a gripe session.  I refused to get sucked into that.

I stopped by the grocery store and bought some supplies for my office.  I keep coffee and tea, chocolates and chips - you know, the really healthy stuff - for the teachers/staff to munch on throughout the day.  It's amazing how a piece of chocolate can help you make it through the day, especially if it's a rough one.  The benefit of having these things available far outweighs the cost of doing it.  It’s amazing how food helps to break the ice.  Folks have shared things while making coffee or tea that they probably wouldn’t have shared otherwise. 

Went by the mall to get a pair of eyeglasses repaired.  The guy who waited on me was Egyptian, and like the others I've met from his country, he was warm and super friendly.  He asked me where I was from, and he shared that he had a relative in California. I told him that I intended to visit Egypt soon, but I was concerned about safety since the uprising.  He assured me things have calmed down and because they're trying to restore confidence and get visitors back, there're some real bargains to be had now.  I will seriously consider a trip soon.

Then it was home for a minute.  

While here, the doorbell rang.  It was someone checking my Internet/Phone/TV service. I've had real issues with my Internet lately.  I thought it was Tyrone (my wireless router), but he was fine.  It took three service calls to figure that out though. At this point, it's not where it needs to be - speed wise - but I'm tired of fighting.  

Off again with a stop by the post office, then back to the hospital.  By this time I'd received a text from the woman who is traveling with me to Cape Town, suggesting that I look into the need for immunizations.  I looked and although not required, I got them anyway.  Better to be safe than sorry.

I was able to see the doctor I wanted to see, then I was off to return something I purchased yesterday.  Thankfully, it wasn't a problem.  Returning items is a much bigger deal here.  It makes you think twice before buying, that's for sure.

Quick stop by the market close nearby to pick up some milk.

Home again.  

Cleaned out purse.  Filed papers.  Ate dinner.  Made a lunch.  Got ready for bed.

I wonder if the five cappuccinos I had throughout the day contributed to my higher than normal energy level.  Maybe.  If so, I should drink that many everyday. 

Side note - It's been hot, about 95 degrees for the past week or so.  It makes you really appreciate air conditioning.  Even though it's hot, there's a breeze.  It's just blowing hot air.  Word is it gets much hotter in the summer.  Normal temperature is around 120 in July.  I hope to be someplace cooler by then.

Side note 2 - Tried some fruit that looks like worms.  Or if you're a South Park fan (I'm not), it might remind you of something else.  Anyway, it has a hard, paper-like shell that peels away to reveal a fruit that looks like peas in a pod.  They are sticky and gummy, like gummy bears, with black, smooth seeds inside.

This fruit is called Tamarind,
indigenous to tropical Africa.

This is what it looks like inside.

Side note 3 - Traffic stopped for camels to cross, at dawn, on my way to work one day last week. Something else was happening last week in this area as there were about 50-75 camels, with lots of SUV's and people hanging out.  I didn't see them until I was right up on them, so I didn't get a picture.

Camels crossing the road at dawn.

I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes open, so I give.  I'm going to bed.

Goodnight.

TED Invitation

A few days ago I posted a link to a TED Talk.  As I said then, I love the whole idea of really smart people coming together to share their ideas.  I enjoy the video clips of the many and varied speakers, so much so that I have the TED App on my phone and can listen to them anywhere I go.

Well, I read in the paper (I love the paper, too) that Al Ain, the city I live in, would be hosting a TED Conference next month.  This was fantastic news, but attendance at these events is by invitation only.  I thought, what the heck.  I'll apply and see what happens.

I just received the invitation!  How exciting is this?  The conference will be held on April 14th, a Saturday, so I won't have to take off work to attend, which I would have done because this is such a huge deal to me.

Side note - In yesterday's post I mentioned the building with the rotating floors.  I forgot to mention that it was Ben who forwarded me the link that I shared updating the progress.  Gotta give credit where credit is due.  Thanks Ben.

Off to bed now.

Goodnight to me.  Good morning to you.

Communication & Pageantry

One of the more colorful things to get used to is things happening at the last minute, with little or no communication.

For example, there were two programs this week that the Western staff knew nothing about.  The first was a musical workshop - held during school hours - with invited guests.  Students were pulled from class to performed.  Today there was an awards ceremony for student achievement (maybe? we're still not sure the criteria for the awards; teachers were not consulted).  Although, this felt very much like a beauty pageant, complete with formal dresses, tiaras, and full make-up, even for the first graders.

You can't see them, but many of the girls
are wearing tiaras and sashes with the
school emblem on them.

Another view

The program's design - boys', then girls' - invited mothers to come on stage and receive the award with their child.

Now, the statewide testing begins on Sunday, so you think reviewing for it would be a top priority.  Not so.  In fact, it is common knowledge that many teachers help the students on the tests.  This has just been recently frowned upon.

Remember early on when I mentioned that multi-tasking is a foreign concept, that is never more evident than when there is a special event . . . which occurs often . . . at least once a week.  Usually, it's the Social Workers, PE Teachers and Music Teachers who take care of the details and run the programs.  There are four PE Teachers and four Music Teachers, each with a full load of classes to teach. However, when there is a program, or they are rehearsing for a program, that takes precedence.  As far as they are concerned, all of their classes are cancelled.  Of course, they could rearrange their schedules to cover their classes, but that would take way too much forethought and planning.

Also, if other teachers want to attend the program, no problem.  Never mind that classes are left unattended.  Every once in a while, students will accompany teachers, but not often.

Until recently, this way of doing things bothered me.  A lot.  However, I'm taking a page out of the Emirati Handbook, and deciding to just chill out.

Here's what I've learned -

Pageantry is important.

Appearances matter.  Above all else.

Communication is convenient, but not vital.

If you know about an event . . . great.  If not, rest assured everyone had a wonderful time.

Side note - This is the absolute least stressful I've been about standardized testing . . . EVER.  For that alone, I'm loving this experience.

Side note 2 - Families are large.  It's common to have at least six and up to ten kids or more.  Remember to multiply that number by the number of wives a man has. I've heard this referred to as "nation building." Probably smart thinking.

Side note 3 - The building with the rotating floors that I mentioned in an earlier post is not coming to Dubai.  It will be built in London instead.  Surprisingly, it was cancelled due to cost cutting measures.

www.emirates247.com/property/real-estate/world-s-first-rotating-tower-not-to-come-up-in-dubai-2012-02-11-1.442343

Who knew?

Sending good thoughts your way.

Your blogging buddy 

Skipped Town

I've been meaning to mention an interesting phenomena that happens fairly often. That is, teachers just pack their bags and leave.

I'm reminded of this everyday because there's a car that's been parked near where I park Luther in the garage that hasn't moved since I've been parking underground, about two months.  I'd bet my next paycheck that it's a rental and whoever had it just skipped town.

Usually they just leave everything - furniture, household goods, cars - literally everything but their clothes, and head back home.  It happens mostly during the breaks.  If I didn't think it was so incredibly tacky and probably illegal, I'd consider an office pool to see who might go that route on our staff.  It would be the second time someone left because one teacher left like that before I arrived.

It's an unprofessional way of doing things, that's for sure.  It continues to happen because there really isn't any repercussions.

Anyway . . .

We get coverage of all of the major stories in the US, so I shouldn't have been surprised about the coverage of Peyton Manning leaving the Colts.  That was really disappointing news.  Forrest and Willie (my brothers) and I were talking about it tonight during our video chat.  They reminded me that it's business, brutal though it is.  I thought about Joe Montana and Jerry Rice.  I thought they both should have been given the opportunity to finish their careers are 49ers.  It was a sad day seeing them suited up in different uniforms.  Again, it was business, but I think the owners forget about the fans and the emotional investment we put into our favorite players and favorite teams.  Peyton, like Joe and Jerry, is such a classy guy that I'm sure will land on his feet.  I, for one, wish him the best.

Yes, I like football.  Being the only girl with three older brothers, it was my ticket in the door of the man caves they created.  And with Ben and Frankie both playing in high school, it just added to my enjoyment of the game.

On another note . . .

Thankfully I'm feeling better everyday. 

It is customary to shake hands with the Arab staff, which I thinks contributes to the sharing of the nasty bugs.  I purchased some sanitizing gel, but I'm careful not to use it in their presence for fear they will be offended that I'm washing my hands after touching them.  So I use it on the down low as often as possible.

In the last box my dear friend forwarded, it contained some megavitamin packets that I used to buy by the case at Costco.  Those were quite helpful back home in keeping the bugs away.  Hopefully they will be as helpful here.

Finally . . .

One of my colleagues is also going to Cape Town for Spring Break, so we're making plans to share the apartment that I have reserved for the week.  I'm used to living and traveling alone, so my fingers are crossed that it is a positive experience.

Thanks for sticking with me.

Shopping - Part 3

I'm sure I've mentioned I don't like shopping.  I especially don't like grocery shopping.  However, I'm close to changing my mind about that because of the terrific service I get at the market closest to home.

Everyone gets their things bagged, but there's this guy who also takes the things out of my cart, bags them, and then takes them out to my car.

Did I mention he was pretty?  I'm sure I could be his momma, but . . .

Don't go fretting'.  I wouldn't consider robbing the cradle.

Of course, never say never comes to mind.

Anyway, I tip the guy well, and I'm sure that's why I get great service.  That's OK though, I'm not above paying for super service.

Today he tried to hold a conversation, but I had no idea what he was saying.  Darn Arabic class!  We were learning how to read in it.  I need to be able to speak it.  OK. That might be stretching my skill level a bit.  How about just understand it?

I've already decided I forgot something and will need to shopping again tomorrow.

My Mom used to say, "There's no fool like an old fool."

You think that applies here?

TED Talks

I love TED Talks.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TED_(conference)

If you're new to them, they are video clips from TED Conferences.

TED Conferences occur annually.  They bring together people that represent the best and the brightest in their field.

Presenters are given a maximum of 18 minutes to share their ideas.  The following one is a tad longer, but well worth the extra time.

http://www.ted.com/talks/bryan_stevenson_we_need_to_talk_about_an_injustice.html

Side note - Still recovering from nasty bug.

More soon.

The 5AM Call

My alarm went off at 5:00am as usual.  At 5:10, I received a call from one of my colleagues who lives in my building.  She was in tears, in excruciating pain.  I raced up to her place, found her in the fetal position, and knew we needed to get to the hospital . . . fast.

She didn't want me to call an ambulance.  Truthfully, I'm not sure about the emergency services in the city or how long the response time would be.  The hospital is only a couple of miles away, so we quickly got it together and hightailed it there.

Thankfully, we discovered the clinic that we're used to going to is open 24 hours, so we knew what to do when we got there.  Navigating the systems here can be colorful.  She was seen very quickly and tests were run to go through the process of elimination to figure out what was wrong.

After injections to ease the pain, she slept, and I read the paper and emails.  Nurses and doctors came in and out.  There was a shift change, so her primary care doctor changed to someone else, but it was comforting that everyone gave due diligence to her concerns.  I think being with her to testify, if you will, to the intensity of the pain, was helpful.

At about 1:30pm, with medicine in hand, and an appointment for further testing in a couple of days, we headed home.

As my post revealed yesterday, I'm used to hospitals and have experience navigating health care systems. I'm glad I was able to help her today.

Now to a clarification and addition to yesterday's post about Ben.

First, thanks for your kind and thoughtful comments.  I appreciate them.

The dear friend I referred to who found us the apartment, not only found it, but paid in advance for our entire stay in Fort Worth.  It was an amazing gesture on so many levels, and one that we'll never forget.

There was also another life-long friend who is the reason Ben is a PhD Candidate today.  This dear friend is a psychologist who was kind enough to not only see Ben during this difficult time, but he was the source of encouragement Ben needed that he was not getting from me.  I had witnessed him a sneeze away from death, and I couldn't understand why he was wallowing in self pity.  Thank God, this gifted health professional did understand and helped in a way I couldn't.  He told Ben that his mind was sharp, even as his body was healing, and suggested he pursue a PhD. Ben has always been an awesome student, who enjoyed school and the challenges and excitement of learning new things, so this was just what he needed to look past the day-to-day routine of physical therapy and surgeries every few months.  What this man did for Ben in addressing his mental state, was just as critical as the other doctors who worked on his body.

Finally, there are two visuals that are reminders of this time -

First, Ben was wearing a Lance Armstrong LIVE STRONG bracelet when the accident occurred, and interestingly, the hospital staff left it on him during his many surgeries.

Secondly, he underwent seven surgeries in the first fourteen days and because they knew they would have to keep going back in to make repairs to his body, he was not stitched up after these surgeries, but was saran-wrapped instead.  Layer and layers of a saran-wrap like plastic was tightly wrapped around him keeping his internal organs in place.

Sometimes, when I'm watching a medical drama on TV, I find it too tough to watch if it's too graphic.  It takes me to a place I never want to be again.

Some things you don't want to forget, and yet there are other things that are too painful to remember.  Finding that balance is the key, isn't it?

Ben

I missed worked today because of feeling achy with a sore throat.  Although I didn't feel like it, I got up to go to the doctor so that I would have an excuse for the absence.  It is required.

Armed with antibiotics for the infection in my throat, I spent the rest of the day reading and watching TV.  I get lots of choices in watching US shows and movies, so I had plenty to choose from.

Funny the things you think about when you're not feeling well though.

I'm reminded of the days, weeks, and months spent praying for Ben's recovery after his horrific accident.

There was the overwhelming outpouring of support from family, friends and strangers (to me at least, but friends of the boys).

There was the trauma center in Fort Worth where Ben was hospitalized that was staffed with folks who took great care of him.  The first week after the accident was touch and go.

There was the doctor that Ben didn't like.  Interestingly, while he spent the first week in a medically induced coma, there was this one particular doctor who was very pessimistic about his prognosis.  When Ben awakened from the coma, and could communicate, he did not like this doctor at all. I absolutely believe he was aware of what was being said during this time when he was unconscious, and somehow knew this doctor was not hopeful that he would make it at all.

The outpouring of help and support we received was incredible.

There was one of Frankie's friends who created a website where we could post updates.  This also served as a link for people to leave encouraging posts, which kept us going on those tough days.

There was an enormous number of people who sent money to help with the financial burden of maintaining two households, when Frankie moved to Texas to be closer to Ben, and to help with the cost of traveling back and forth to Fort Worth from Sacramento.

There was the dear family friend who travelled to Fort Worth and found an apartment for us to live in so we could be closer to the hospital.  We were planning to stay in Ben's place about an hour and a half from Fort Worth, so having this place close by was a tremendous help and allowed us the opportunity to spend more time with Ben.

There was the couple who took a detour on their travels across country to see us and support Ben.  They came bearing gifts.  Because she had been hospitalized for extended periods of time, she knew of things that Ben would need or would make him more comfortable during his long recovery.

There was one of Ben's college buddies who traveled 24 hours straight from Siberia to be with him.  This kid will always have a special place in my heart.

There was one of his high school buddies who travelled from Southern California with mementos from their high school days together that Ben treasured.

There was my dear friend who was absolutely instrumental in helping with the logistical issues of getting Ben transferred to a hospital back home to Sacramento.  He had to have a doctor who would accept him as a patient, or his care would not have been covered by insurance.  She helped to make that happen.

There was the doctor and his staff who took outstanding care of Ben once he was local and still required at least a half dozen more surgeries over multiple disciplines.  It was truly a team effort, and it was a phenomenal team at that.

There were the folks from my school who took turns making meals for us once we moved Ben back to Sacramento.  They did this for months while I raced home from work to care for him.

There were my brothers who rallied around me as only big brothers can.  They came and provided tremendous support.  It was my youngest brother Terry (deceased) who, with Frankie, drove Ben home cross country.

And then there was Frankie.

He was my rock.  He was strong so I would be strong.  He knew I needed him to make it through this.

He was 22 at the time.

Once we received word of the accident, he left immediately going to Fort Worth because he was still able to fly free and could just show up at the airport and get on the next flight out.  It took me more time, so I arrived the next day.

The courage that it took for Frankie to go to Fort Worth, not knowing if Ben would even be alive when he arrived, was extraordinary.  He was always mature for his age, but I saw him grow up over night.

You think you appreciate family and friends, but that appreciation is taken to a whole new level in a crisis.

This journey began in July 2005 and lasted over two years.

It seems like yesterday.

Thank God, Ben is absolutely fine, but he will always be my miracle and Frankie will always be my rock.

Cough Drops vs. Condoms

Yesterday my throat was a little sore, so on my way home from work, I stopped by the gas station to pick up some cough drops.  I looked around and didn't see anything that looked like medicine, so I asked one of the guys working there if they had cough drops.  He said they did not.  I saw colored boxes behind the counter so I asked what they were.  He responded, but I couldn't understand him, so I asked again.  And again, I couldn't make out what he was saying.  Did I mention he was answering just above a whisper?  After three tries, he spoke up and said, "condoms" in a really loud voice.  Then I understood.  Both of us were deep brown folks, so you couldn't tell we were blushing, but we were.  Poor guy.  He really was trying to be cool, but I thought those boxes housed cough drops by another name and I was bound and determined to get some relief for my sore throat.

Anyway, we lived through that embarrassment and lo and behold, also behind him on the shelf, were cough drops.  I guess he calls them something else.  I bought them and my favorite vending machine cappuccino, and off I went.

Then, as I continued my journey home, I wondered who'd be buying said condoms. Locals?  But there is no contact with the local women.  Ex-pats, I suppose.  Maybe next time I'll ask the guy.  That would probably be an interesting conversation.

Stay tuned.

Conversations

I was late leaving work again today.  One of the security guards has been coming up to my office to chat at the end of the day.  He's a young guy - 26.  His partner is 28. I could comfortably be their momma and I think that's why they're at ease chatting with me.  There's not much conversation between men and women in this world.

He is from Bangladesh.  The other security guard is from Egypt.  Of the two, I can understand this one better.  Our conversations go around the world, as anyone who has had a conversation with me can testify.  I confess to having a rambling brain, resulting in sometimes rambling conversations.  Oh well.  I'm used to it.  Probably bothers the heck out of some folks though.

I just finished a video chat with Forrest.  He shared an email of fascinating buildings around the world and one of them is in Dubai.  Each floor of this building moves independently, meaning the shape of the building continuously changes.  Check out the video link below.  The music is a little obnoxious, but stick with it because the architect talks about the building about halfway through it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NbLlt-9kCuw

I've seen the twin towers to the left of it and wonder if I saw the building and didn't know what I was looking at.  The skyline in Dubai is magnificent.  There are marvels to see all around .  Just when you thought you'd seen it all, there is something even more spectacular to see.

Just had a chuckle.

I stopped for a minute to check my emails, and my dear friend Deb asked me for the okra recipe.  No one ever asks me for recipes.  The reason I included a picture was as proof that I was really cooking.  My cooking skills, or lack thereof, is pretty much universally known.  Adding to the culinary drama is the fact that this is one of those dishes where there's no measuring.  You know, a pinch of this and a dash of that.  I forwarded approximations.  Here's hoping it turns out OK to eat.  That's always the goal for me.  If it actually tastes good, that's a bonus.

I have to critique and summarize a meeting I lead today, in preparation for another meeting tomorrow.  Yep.  There's lots of meetings here, too.

Suggestion - Call a friend or acquaintance out of the blue . . . and make their day.  I'll bet it puts a smile on both of your faces.

More soon.

Good night to me.  Good morning to you.

Observations

The following are things that I've noticed:

---Little baby girls, through toddler age, wear their hair really short - like a boy (as if they had a say in the matter).  When they are school-aged, it's worn long and usually braided.  I see lots of black ponytails.

---There is a really festive rhythmic clap that is performed when congratulating someone.

---Students play the instruments for the assemblies (keyboard, drums and tambourines) at both the boys' and girls' assemblies.

---The date is written day/month/year; today's date would be 4/3/2012 instead of 3/4/2012 that we're used to.

---I have not seen an electric pencil sharpener.  Students use the little single blade ones.  I purchased a battery operated one, but it was a rare find.  You can still find the manual crank kind that used to be standard issue in all classrooms.  They are in stores, but not in classrooms.

---There's no such thing as waiting in line.  Even though there is a number system in place almost everywhere, it's not unusual to see folks bum-rushing the counter.  It continues to happen because whoever is waiting on us, allows it.  If they sent them packing, it wouldn't happen, but it does . . . a lot.

Interesting, don't you think?

I'm cooking tonight.  Since I found fresh okra, I've been in hog's heaven.  The dish that I make is one that Mom taught me.

Okra with onions, bell pepper, chicken and shrimp
Simmers for an hour and served over rice

I found the magazine I was searching all over for - Time Out Abu Dhabi.  This weekly informs you of all of the happenings in and around the city.  I also picked up Time Out Dubai.  I want to be sure I'm taking advantage of all this area has to offer. One of the things on my list of things to do is hot air ballooning.  I've always wanted to do that.  Maybe during the break.

My goal is to spend the rest of my life doing things I've never done before.  Really experiencing life.  Even if I discover I don't like something, at least I've given it a go.

What's your goal?

Quickie

It's late.  10:00 pm and I should be in bed, but . . .

One of the Arab teachers shared a phone app with me that I love.  It's WhatsApp.  A texting service.  My guys have downloaded it and it works great.  Here are the steps to getting started:

1)  Download the app
2)  Put in your phone number
3)  Invite folks to join; your contact list is loaded into the app, so you simply have to find the people you want to invite.
4)  Once both parties have signed up, you're ready to text
5)  Best part . . . it's free

If you want to add me, my number is 971-50-9174857.

It's great for anyone who is texting a lot, and it's especially awesome for all of us living out of the country to stay in touch.  The response time is instantaneous which is pretty cool, too.

No, I'm not getting paid to endorse this, but I should.

The other thing I wanted to share is a very thoughtful article by an Emirati columnist in response to a question about the recent burning of the Holy Quran in Afghanistan. The link is below.

http://www.thenational.ae/thenationalconversation/lifestyle-comment/ask-ali-on-why-burning-the-quran-is-so-offensive#

As you know, my work week begins tomorrow.  So, off to bed I go now.

More soon.

100th Day of School

I've never been sure what the big deal is about the 100th Day of School and why it's celebrated, but we joined schools around the world recognizing this feat.  There were two programs - one for the boys and the other for the girls.  I have pictures from the girls program only.

All of the adults in the picture are teachers

Although it's difficult to see,
some of the girls are wearing elaborate gowns

The is a first grade class singing, with a first grader leading the song.

I began this post last night, but stopped to video chat with my brothers.  It's always a treat to talk to them.  They will both be celebrating birthdays soon.  Willie will be 70 and Forrest 66.  Those ages used to seem ancient.  Now that I'm in my mid-50's, not so much.

Willie left home when I was four and he was 18.  Forrest left when I was eight, and he was 18, so I really didn't get to know them until I was an adult.  My youngest brother, Terry, was a year older than me, but he passed away suddenly several years ago.

Terry and I were very close, and not just because we were a year apart and grew up together, but because we fought like cats and dogs, like only close siblings can do. He loved to argue/debate and I always took the bait.  We would call Mom every day on the phone to referee.  She left really early for work, leaving us home alone to get ready for school.

In fact, Terry and I were still arguing/debating about something well into our 40's when Forrest suggested it was time for one of us to grow up.  I decided that would be me.  From then on, I refused to get into a verbal sparring match.  OK.  Every now and then, I engaged in one that was just too good to pass up.

 I miss him.

He was very close to Ben and Frankie.  He was the "cool" uncle.  He could relate to them on their level probably because he never grew up.  He had two kids, a son and daughter.  His son bears a striking resemblance to him.  I wish I was as close to them as he was to my boys.  That's my fault in not establishing a closer relationship when they were younger.  Michael graduates from high school this year with Bettina following close behind.

Terry's death at 50 reminds me of the conservative publisher Andrew Breitbart, who passed way yesterday at 43, survived by his wife and four kids.  God knows I disagreed with most of what he said, but I enjoyed watching him make his points and defend his position.

He and Terry were both great debaters, only he got paid to do it.

Side note - I visited a grocery store that got rave reviews.  Although, I gotta tell you, it's hard for me to get excited about a grocery store.  Anyway, it is also known to stock one of the largest collection of magazines catering to ex-pats.  The store was just a notch above meager, but the magazine rack didn't disappoint.

While there, I also picked up Thai Dragon Fruit.  It's pictured below.

Thai Dragon Fruit

Thai Dragon Fruit - Inside

It tastes very much like a kiwi, but milder.  You eat it by scooping it out with a spoon.  The meat is soft.

Sending positive thoughts your way until next time.

Three Things I Love

Three things that I love - red beans and rice, friends back home, and being a grandma.

Red Beans and Rice -

I received a box from Forrest filled with red beans today.  What a treat that was!  I've cooked red beans that I purchased here, but they were hard and never tasted done, even after they cooked all day.  As soon as I got home, I put a pot of the ones that I just received on, and just had some.  Delicious!

Friends Back Home -

I chatted with two dear friends from Sacramento tonight.  In talking to them, I realized how fortunate I am to have all of you wonderful people in my life.

Being A Grandma -

Who knew how much fun this would be?  Certainly not me.  I love my girl, Zadie Faye.  On a recent video chat, I  said something to Frankie and Cara about her belly, and she reached down, picked up her shirt and pointed to her belly.  It was a precious moment and she so proud of her accomplishment!  It's pretty clear she has her Grandma's brainpower.  Just kidding.

OK.  In reference to yesterday's post where I gave hints as to where I was going for spring break and asked you to guess, I had a grand total of one person to play along - thanks Deb! - so I'll tell you.  Cape Town, South Africa.

More soon.

Good morning to you & goodnight to me

Patience

Thanks for your patience as I've been off of my routine in posting.  I haven't been feeling well.  Not sure what's up, but thankfully, I'm much better today.  Mostly, I was just super tired, with little energy.  I'm still learning how to best pace myself here.

Charlie, my new Shiatsu Massage Cushion, is doing an amazing job of rolling up and down my back as I write this.  It feels soooooo good!  He even came with a bonus one for Luther, so Little Charlie and I will have a vibrating good time as I go to and from work.

I was the only administrator on campus today when a 4th grade student decided to ditch school, but he was intercepted by one of our security guards.  This kid is well known to the staff as one who is often in fights and generally disruptive on most days.  Mom was called, but there was no answer, so I suggested we take him home.  After some discussion, an Arab teacher drove he and I to his house.  Still his Mom wasn't there, but we left him with the housekeeper.  About a half hour later I saw his teacher and shared what happened, and she said that he was back at school, hanging out.  No sooner than we dropped him off, than he was back again. Even after trying to ditch school earlier, he'd rather be there with his friends than be at home.  About an hour later, his father came by.  I was called in to sit in on the conference, along with the teacher who drove.  By this time my Arab counterpart was back on campus and very forcefully communicated what the issues were. The father defended the son's behavior, even with the mounting evidence to the contrary.  He did take him back home, though.  I wish I had a dime every time I've seen this happen in the US and now here.  I'd be wealthy beyond measure.

Side note - Despite the outcome of little to no support from the parent, I earned some points with the staff just for taking him home in the first place.

Side note 2 - This student did not live in a fancy place.  It was, in fact, very modest compared to the huge homes nearby.  I queried a class I was teaching yesterday, asking them if they were Emirati.  I was surprised that they all were not.  I'd guess about 90% probably are Emirati, and the other 10% are Arab, but not nationals.  This student was not an Emirati.

Side note 3 - Our security guards are on duty for 24 hours.  In fact, they live on campus somewhere.  The campus is so big, I just saw the back of it today, after working there for almost three months.  I chat with two of the guards a lot, but I rarely know what we're taking about.  They speak a variation of English that only they can understand, and of course my Arabic is limited to a very few words, most of which I've picked up from the kids.  One of the guards is especially friendly.  He's from Egypt.  He's the fourth person I've met from there and each of them have been incredibly warm and friendly.  I absolutely intend to visit their country soon, but it's a little too volatile now.

Side note 4 - I watched, for the first time, the girls leaving school by bus.  It takes 11 of the very large buses to accommodate all of them.  Each bus has a lady who rides to and fro with them, attempting to keep order.  These are the same buses that have taken the boys home and return to pick up the girls.  What's really fascinating is every student rides the bus, even if they live a block away.  No students walk to school, even though many could.  Maybe it's like that because its so hot most of the year.  I don't know.

Finally, I walked into a class with our newest Western teacher.  Today was her first day.  Although she was in the class with her Arab counterpart, chaos doesn't begin to describe how outrageous the behaviors were.  It's shocking to see the first time, and this lady was shocked.  I left and returned with my canister of cookies to reward those few who were behaving and that helped to restore order. One of the main instigators of the the bad behavior is the son of one of our teachers on the girls' side.  The ladies I spoke with on the boys' side says this mom doesn't believe here son is the culprit, so they asked me to speak to her.  I did and thankfully, she didn't try to defend him to me.  I would have suggested she come and see for herself.  Even then, I'm sure she would have managed to make him the victim.

As crazy as it sometimes is here, it's still not as crazy as the last school where I was the principal.  So, I can look back and be grateful for the excellent training I received living through those challenges, which prepared me to handle these issues on the other side of the world.

OK.  Very last thing.

I've purchased my tickets for a trip during my spring break at the end of March.  It's 13 hours by air, but I have two stops.  A straight flight takes about nine hours.  Can you guess where I'm going?  Hint - it's not anywhere in Europe or the US.  Please leave your guesses in the comment section.

Vibrator Arrived!

Yes!  I received the vibrating box, with the vibrating pillow, minus the batteries.  It took twice as long to get here, after spending a month traveling cross country.  Or maybe, it arrived on the East Coast in the week or so it should have taken, but they decided to try out the pillow for a few days before sending it on its way.  Either way, I'm glad to have it.

Speaking of vibrators, while I was waiting for a prescription to be filled, I was invited to try out a massaging insert that you lay on a chair or car seat.  Oh my goodness, I was in vibrating, massage heaven.  Those of you who know me, know that I'm not usually fond of massages.  Maybe because it wasn't a person doing the rolling and rubbing, I was cool with it.  The only reason I didn't walk out with it is because the pharmacy's debit machine wasn't online.  It was late and I wasn't up for searching for an ATM.  The fact that I could put it in Luther and get a massage on the way to work, was a real selling point, though.

I'm having chicken soup tonight.  I needed the hot broth to settle my stomach.  I had some local food that I think is the culprit of my discomfort.  I haven't found many local dishes that are appetizing.  Probably why I'm cooking more than I have in decades.

There are a lot of Mom & Pop restaurants, but few are appealing.  If the UAE had the same health food system of green, yellow, and red placards in the window of eating establishments like California does, with the red meaning the place needs to be shut down, I'm guessing most of the places here would be orange.  Meaning, they really need to be condemned with a red card indicating that, but somehow they pass inspection, hence the orange.

Not a complaint, just an observation.

One of the sights I find most interesting, is seeing the laborers having lunch breaks where they sit in a circle facing each other.  Meals are communal in that sense.  In the literal sense, too, as many of the local dishes are served on huge platters and everyone eats from that.

I read a fascinating article in the paper recently of a young Emirate man who was born here but was raised in the US.  After being away for years, with limited knowledge of the culture or language, he wondered how he would be received when he arrived.  One of the local customs is to have huge gatherings of family and friends - old and new - to share meals and catch up.  He attended these and was pleasantly surprised at how gracious everyone was and instead of being ostracized for his differences, many asked questions of his experiences and welcomed him with open arms.

According to this guy, the rulers of the country still have these gatherings and make it a point to meet with "the people" often so that they are hearing from them directly about how things are going in their lives.  He believes that's why the satisfaction index is so high in this country.

Again, I just read today that most of the folks who work for the government are getting 25%-100% raises because of the increased revenue from the sale of oil. Everyone benefits from the wealth, which is why there will never be a coup here.

I haven't been home long, but it's already bedtime.  I leave for school at 6:00 in the morning, arriving at 6:30.  The boys get there at 7:00 for assembly, with the girls arriving at 7:45.  I don't like feeling rushed in the morning, hence my early departure time.

So, In-shal-la (God willing),  I'll write more soon.

Refreshed plus Oman Visit

Yesterday I went from the bed to the sofa and back to the bed again.  I was super tired.  Thankfully, today I am refreshed and feel great.

One of the reasons I was so tired is because Thursday was a really long day.  We had parent meetings at school.  The students were dismissed early and we met with their mothers at 11:00.  I was surprised at the number of people in attendance.  It was a great turnout.

Most of the Western teachers left campus and went to eat at the mall located closest to our school and to hangout until it was time to go back to school.  The fathers' meeting was held at 5:00, to allow them time to travel from jobs in Abu Dhabi and Dubai.  We had six fathers and some students, accounting for the total evening showing of twenty people.  This was the first fathers' event the school had attempted.  We'll see what the thinking will be for future meetings when we debrief later this week.

My principal is away and will be for a while.  She's accompanying her mother to Singapore for medical treatment.  In her absence, the other VP and I are leading the school, with the Arab VP taking the lead in all of the administrative operations.  I'm covering everything academic.

Side note - Recently I purchased veal bacon.  Yesterday I cooked it and was pleasantly surprised at how tasty it was.

Side note 2 - On the same day that I bought the bacon, I saw rabbit meat for sale. You could tell it was some kind of animal because the head, along with the eyeballs, was still attached.  After the trauma of seeing that, I'm seriously considering becoming a vegetarian.

OK.  Maybe trauma is too hard a word, but you get my drift.  It's hard eating something that's looking at you while you cook it and eat it.

After planning for a while, I made it to our neighboring country of Oman.  The first border crossing I went to was reserved for any Middle Eastern Nationals and residents of Oman.  I was directed to another border, north of the city.  When I was staying in the hotel, I was very close to this one.

Side note 3 - The UAE and Oman had open borders until 2006, when the UAE decided to close them.

The first gate you go through had Emirati folks checking passports and asking the reason for the visit.  Spitting distance away was the second gate and it was manned by the Oman Police.  Again, they looked at passports and asked why you were going into the country.  Both were quick stops.

As you drive along the border, the high barbed wire fence is evident for miles.  When you enter Oman, you see the following monument. Not sure what it represented, but it was impressive.

Monument at the entrance of Oman from Al Ain, UAE

I had googled Al Buraimi, Oman, the city that borders us, to find points of interest. There was a fort right inside the city limits, so I decided to visit it.  When I arrived, I got out of the car and was met by a couple of guys selling something.  I wasn't interested in their wares, and hadn't exchanged money, so I wasn't prepared to buy anything anyway.  One of the men followed me as I entered what I thought was Fort Al Hellah, but I think it was a market of some kind.  I asked about the fort, but couldn't find anyone who spoke English.  I was still being followed.  There an uneasiness about this whole thing, so I left there quickly.  Still was being followed, all the way to my car.  The guy following me said something.  I didn't try to find out what, and just high tailed it out of there.

 Fort Al Hellah

As I'm driving through the city, I notice that it looks older than most places I've seen in the UAE.  Although that's not evident in the following pictures.

Street corner with roundabout

Toyota Dealership in Oman

Clearly, Oman doesn't have the extraordinary disposable wealth of the UAE. Everything I saw - the buildings, the markets, etc. - were modest, at best, with the exception of the car dealerships.  The Toyota and Lexus Dealership was the showcase of the area that I was in and were much nicer than the ones in Al Ain.

Although the city of Al Buraimi was clean, it still was not as aesthetically pleasing to the eye as the UAE cities that lure you in with their grandeur.  Also, the road signs were not in English, making getting around a bit more challenging.

I didn't feel safe while there, even for the short while I was in the Oman, I knew immediately that this was a more hostile environment.

This visit made me realize even more what a jewel the UAE really is.  Besides the beauty, natural and created, there is a sense of safety everywhere you go.  That's especially true for the women here.  I know I've said this before, but it bears repeating.  The UAE protects its people, especially its women.  I love that. I love knowing that I can go anywhere, anytime of day or night, and I'm going to be OK and free from harassment of any kind.

So, visit Oman.  Check.  Go back again?  Probably not.

Side note 4 - I love okra.  I don't think I ever saw any fresh okra all the while I lived in Sacramento, but when I visited Frank and his family in New York, someone was selling some on the street.  Interestingly, it's very prevalent here.  I also found the dried shrimp I use to season it.  So the other day, I bought some and cooked it.  It was pretty bad.  Way too much tomato paste.  I usually use sauce, but couldn't find it.  I ate a little, but chucked most of it.  I was in the same store today where I found it, so I decided to buy it and cook it again, this time using spaghetti sauce.  It turned out great and tasted delicious.

Side note 5 - I'm loving getting the newspaper every day, too.  I also found a couple of magazines published for ex-pats that are great resources for news of what's happening in the area.  In readng one of them, I realized I missed seeing Snoop Dog last month.

Just kidding.  Not a fan.  Snoop is almost as old as me.  Time for him to cut his hair and grow-up.

Apologies to all you Snoop fans out there.  I'm guessing that not too many folks who read this blog are, though.

That's it for today.

Your blogging buddy.

Dental Health & Other Stuff

I had a dental cleaning today.  My first since arriving because there was a delay in receiving my health card.

The nationals all get free medical and dental health.  What's incredible about that fact though, is the number of students who have serious tooth decay.  Many kids of all ages - from the smallest I see at my school to high school age - are dealing with this. I mentioned my observations to the hygienist who was taking care of me, and she said it's a chronic issue throughout the country.  There is a serious need for dental education.  It appears that someone has taken note and is trying to turn the tide as far as making this a priority, but only time will tell how successful they are.

Now to the random stuff -

Today was the first day of home delivery of the newspaper.  I was in hog's heaven.

There's a wonderful classical station that I listen to often when Luther (my car, for those of you who are new to the blog) and I are on the road, and they have the typical news breaks.  Last week there was a blurb about the students graduating from college with teaching degrees that are not qualified to teach based on the new reform they have and are continuing to put in place.  Oddly enough, I understand their dilemma.

In any typical class, no matter what the actual achievement, most students get A's. In fact, they all do.  One of the issues that the Western teachers face is how to accurately access and report student progress, knowing there will be pushback for any student receiving less than an A in a subject.  Of course, this needs to be addressed if real reform is to take place.  So, do you die on this mountain now, or wait it out, hoping it will improve and work itself out?

The local folks haven't discovered blue tooth mobile phone technology.  Or, more likely, they know about it, but they want the world to know they're on the phone, hence the wired technology.  It could also be the head gear they wear would interfere with reception.  Maybe that's it.  Anyway, seeing the wires is a through back to an earlier time.

I started this hours ago, but about half way through, I got a call from the post office letting me know the two packages I've been waited for, had arrived.  I tracked them a few days ago, finding out they spent almost a month in the US before being forwarded.  In fact, they were still in the states as late as the 17th.

And . . . the vibrating pillow arrived, too.  It was not confiscated, but the batteries were removed.


Good vibrations will be happening again soon.

Toilets

I was at a meeting today about an hour from home.  It was held at a beautiful brand new school that was built for a 1000 students, but they only have an enrollment of 350.  Not sure if they overestimated when they were building, or if the projections for future enrollment drove the decision to build this big.

Although the building was huge, the room we met in was not.  Like our school, there was a lot of unusable space - like really wide corridors and courtyards - but they don't have a room big enough for all the staff to meet in one space.  Its crystal clear that the architects and builders never had a conversation with the folks who would be occupying the space.  Incredible, considering how much money has been, and will be spent, constructing these schools.

And that brings me to the toilet.  Ok.  Stop reading now if this is leaning into "too much information" territory.

OK.  You've been forewarned.

Round 1.

I visited several in the building, just to be sure one wasn't a fluke.  None of them had toilet paper.  Its not just that they didn't have any, there wasn't a spot for it, in any of the restrooms, or toilets, as they're called here.

How can that be?  What are you supposed to do?  I'm in the habit of bringing a small package of tissues in my purse, so I was good, but . . . really?  They did have paper towels but they were coarse and clearly not designed to be used like toilet tissue. Again, guys designing this?  This school has a Western principal.  You'd think she would have modified them to add the tissue.

Round 2.

After the meeting, I had to go by the ADEC Office to pick up some forms.  I stopped by the restroom there, too.  This time, there was tissue paper, but no toilet seat. Guys would love this because there was no seat to have to remember to put down. Of course, you have to brace yourself from not falling in if you're brave enough to take the plunge, so to speak.

I know I should be spending my time thinking about productive things - the family, the job, world hunger, etc. - but the differences in my toilet experiences intrigue me.  Remember the hole in the ground at the Grand Mosque in Abu Dhabi?

I've got Arabic class in an hour or so, and I seriously need to review.  I was sick last time we met, but I went because I didn't want to have to makeup the class.  Although it's been good, I'm ready for it to be over.

Last thing.

I was tickled at some of your responses to my "Pregnant" post.  Believe me, if I was in a relationship, or even the prospect of one, it's been so long, I'd shout it from the rooftops.  Actually, that's what keeping me motivated in this Arabic class.  I figure I'll increase my chances if I can talk to the man.  If the conversation happened today and involved more than just random 3-4 letter words, I'd be up a creek.  Of course, he could be my private tutor.  This might work our after all.

Sending good thoughts your way.

Your blogging buddy

Newpapers

Thank God, I felt so much better today.  Not great when I started the day, but better and better as the day progressed.

We had five teachers absent, so I spent most of the day covering classes.  We have 76 teachers.

Very recently I stopped by Starbucks, and while waiting for my drink, I discovered an English language newspaper.  What a gold mind of information!  I can't believe I've been here three months tomorrow and have just now discovered this.  It'll arrive at my door beginning tomorrow.  It's not easy to find, and I don't want to have to drive around searching for it everyday.  Besides, I love waking up to the paper at the door.  

Call me old school, but I like the feel of a newspaper and magazine and book when I'm reading.  As much as I appreciate just about every imaginable print medium being available online, I still prefer the real thing.  I really am grateful for my Kindle app that allows me to read my books anywhere, anytime, especially when I was extremely limited on the number of bags I could carry with me here.  And I'm still reading the Sacramento Bee, thanks to this great technology, but I'm looking forward to lounging on the couch on weekends, reading the paper.  The "real" one.

I've always loved reading, having a great appreciation for being able to read beginning at a very young age.  


Those of you who know me well, know that my father was illiterate.  He couldn't recognize his name.  I saw firsthand how limiting illiteracy was in his life, and I was so grateful that I could read.


Every Sunday, Daddy would go to the store early and buy the paper, bring it home, and very meticulously "read" it from cover to cover. I think he was longing to be able to read, and so he did the best he could by trying to figure out what it said by the pictures.  

Although he loved to drive, of course he couldn't read the road signs either.  Thankfully the colors and shapes helped him to navigate.  How did he get a license if he couldn't read to take the test, you ask?  Well, in the segregated South where he was raised, he, like many others, worked for wealthy white farmers.  It was commonplace for the farmer to "vouch" for his workers, and that was good enough to get a driver's license.  If my father were alive, he'd be 94.  He was born in 1918. 

He told the story of eating dog food before it was customary to put pictures on the labels of can goods.  He told it in a lighthearted way, but can you imagine?  I used to bring a can of generic dog food with no picture on it to show the kids when I subbed and later in my own classes to share this story with them.  Although they responded by laughing or thinking it was gross, it gave me a great segue to talk about the importance of reading in our lives. 

The reason that I love to read is because I can read.

As a result of these experiences and because of the value both my Mom and Dad put on education, my brothers and I are all college graduates.  This was a huge accomplishment, considering where we can from.  

China, Texas was home and it was a farming community.  There were about 1000 folks living in the town when I was growing up. There are about 1100 now.  I'm convinced the census takers are counting headstones.  Not much has changed in the almost forty years since I've been gone. You were expected to finish high school, marry someone from the neighborhood, have kids, and start the cycle all over again.  Only five folks, including myself, went to college.  There were a 100 in my graduating class. 


Side note - I'm most proud that Ben and Frankie love to read, too.

Anyway, as I’ve said before, we are the culmination of our experiences.  Although it was tough sometimes, growing up with an illiterate alcoholic, I wouldn’t change a thing.  You?

Pregnant

All day long, I've felt pregnant.  You know that nauseous feeling where nothing helps it?  I ate some toast, then something salty, and something sweet - anything to make this feeling go away, to no avail.  I know I would feel so much better if I up-chucked.

Sorry, I hope you're not reading this during breakfast.

Anyway, I've got Arabic class in less than an hour, then I'm off to bed to hopefully sleep this feeling away.

More soon.

Black Surfer & Car Designer

It's not quite 8:00pm, but I'm ready for bed so this will be a short one.

Last week I read an article about the first "recognized" African American surfer, Nick Gabaldon.  He was from Southern California.  We lived there more for than twenty years and I never heard of him or his amazing story.  A documentary is forthcoming.  You can check out the story at the link below.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/zach-weisberg/celebrating-nick-gabaldon_b_1277435.html?ref=email_share

I was just sharing with Frankie that I was thumbing through a Mazda Car Dealership magazine, and there was an article featuring about a half dozen very young engineers, who were vital and prominent in getting their cars from the design stage to the showroom.  They were all Asian, as your would expect from a Japanese car maker, expect for an African American man from the US.  His name is Tobias France.  I tried goggling him, but didn't get much.  His LinkedIn page is below.

http://www.linkedin.com/pub/tobias-france/8/526/7b1

These are samples of my history lessons.  I'm still amazed at how much I don't know or haven't yet experienced.

The learning continues . . . everyday.

Camel Racing

I didn't post yesterday because I promised I wouldn't if I didn't have anything to say. I know.  I know,  As you look over some of the previous posts, there are probably several that fall in that category.

Anyway, today was different.

I started the day watching the Brad Pitt movie, Moneyball.  Now those of you who know me, know that I'm NOT a baseball fan.  Watching that game is like watching paint dry.  Both Ben and Frankie played, and Ben continued through high school.  I couldn't wait til he was driving so that he could drive himself to the practices and games.

Furthermore, I'm not a Brad Pitt fan, but the reviews of Moneyball were intriguing, so I figured, what the heck.  Well, it was so much better than I expected. It was more about the process of playing the game instead of the game itself.  I highly recommend it.

I watched the movie while lounging in bed, and finally got up at about noon.

Rows and rows of huge SUVs a few of which were driven just outside of the track, keeping pace with the camels

There has been a camel festival happening for two weeks, ending today.  The teacher who told me about Paradise Park, mentioned this, too.  I tried to find it on Tuesday, on my way home from Abu Dhabi, with no luck.  Today I found it with no problem.  I was armed with a map and Peter, so I was good to go.

When I walked out of the door, I noticed that we were having a bit of a sand storm. The sky was cloudy with dust.  The route to the camel festival took me through mountains of sand dunes on either side of the road, lasting most of the hour it took me to get there.  The further I got into the desert, the stronger the winds and the gusts of sand whipping through the air.  The sane dunes looked like they were smoking on top, but it was just the clouds of sand moving across them.

Traditional Cane Dancing

Camel racing is a big deal in the country as they're doing all that they can to preserve their heritage and the camels are very much a part of it.  There will be another festival in April that I will definitely plan to attend because I missed the beauty contest.  Yes.  The camel beauty contest.  That had to be a hoot.

Meanwhile, today's event had lots of folks - expats and nationals, in spite of the wind.  There were nationals at the entrance welcoming us and guiding us inside. The entrance was a tent with red carpet leading the way into a larger tent with hundreds of seats, the first two rows of which were red velvet high back chairs, something dignitaries might sit in.  They were available to all, so there were ex-pats sitting in them.  On the left, separated by an aisle and a little ways off, were scores and scores of nationals.

Drummers

It was supposed to begin at 2:00, but they were just thinking about starting at 3:00. We definitely operate on Arab time here.  There was traditional music playing on a boom box, entertaining the crowd while we waited.  Then an elderly statesman-like national seated on the side of the tent where the sound system was, officially welcomed us to the event and he shared what would be happening today.

This was followed by the traditional cane dance that the Emirate men performed, along with the traditional "whip you hair" dance the women do.  The Emirate women always have their hair covered, so it's a big deal when it's not.  Of course, the guys' heads are covered all the time, too.

You can't see it, but this camera is wrapped in plastic to protect it from the dust

You can't see it in either the pictures or the videos, but the men's arms are linked as they dance.  It was very interesting to see young and old men dancing.  The boys learn this dance at the young age, as I've seen them do it at my school.

Gittin' Down . . . Arabian Style!

Finally, if time permits, check out this .pdf file that show the pageantry of the festival.  It's written in Arabic, but the pictures tell the story.  Enjoy!

file:///Users/fayesharpe/Desktop/sheikh-sultan-bin-zayed-al-nahyan-camel%20Festival%20copy.pdf