Totally tired but very excited!
My Dad and Step-ma arranged to have an escort meet us at the airport.
While we (and others who had paid for the same service) sat in a glass enclosed
designer lounge drinking mini-cokes and popping roasted nuts, this lady took our passports and then sailed us past the waiting lines through Customs. Sweet.
It is wonderful to see my family again. They drove us back to their villa in the scary fashion that driving is accomplished here, stopping along the way to get a shawarma which from now on will be the benchmark I hold all shawarmas to. Ditto for the Indian meal we had tonight.
The food here is good.
Today Jesse and I slept in and had a leisurely cappucino filled morning chatting with the lovely Libby (Step-ma). At lunch we met my dad at a Lebanese restaurant.
We ate fresh grilled fish, just baked bread, lentil soup and salad. After dinner, we tried Turkish coffee. Jesse didn't know that the grounds settle to the bottom of the cup and are not meant to be ingested, and took a swig to finish the last bit. We all almost fell over laughing.
After lunch we went to the mall, as shopping is the national pastime. We wandered around,
mainly staring at the black shrouded women buying trendy and expensive European fashions to wear under their veils and robes.
A sand storm blew in this afternoon.
We drove home and settled in to relax with a movie and some
fine Indian cuisine. The rest of the party is being picked up at the
airport right now (my sister, brother and their partners). I can't wait!
We have plans to drive out to a desert cave tomorrow, and
visit a Souq. This might fulfill Jesse's trip requirements:
Find a scorpion
Buy and wear the regional male dress (a thobe).
I called home last night to say that we had arrived, and Violet was
doing really well. We are so lucky to have Oma, Grandpa and Aunt L
looking after the girl. I don't have to worry about her, so I can enjoy
myself here fully.
Hope you're all well!
1 comment:
That Turkish Coffee look delish!
Happy Travels you two, and happy new year.
LOVE, Rhea
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