D - 17

30 June 2014. Seventeen days till I board a plane leaving the Middle East. Twenty days till I arrive happily and lazily on my living room sofa for an extended stay. Justice, Damari, Miniya and Zion are coming for a visit. They arrive 24 June 2014. We are stopping in Paris for a few days before returning to Chicago. 

Our itinerary includes two days in Fujairah, two days in Abu Dhabi, two days in Dubai, and four days in Paris. We are going to be so tired that I think we'll need a week to recover. 

Well, I have come to love my time in the UAE, and my time away from the USA. I am actually looking forward to returning in August to complete my two year contract. Work turned out to be fun at times; especially, with the help of some very nice colleagues. Fujairah, itself, has just the right pace for me. It is a small emirate with wonderful views of mountains and the Indian Ocean. Moreover, the distance between the mountains and the ocean is a mere 5 or 6 km, so you can enjoy both every day of the week. The more exciting and touristy Abu Dhabi and Dubai are close enough for frequent excursions. In fact, a colleague and I often took day trips to Dubai for shopping, sailing, or just dinner. 

I am completely adjusted to the school environment. Teenagers are the same the world over. Every students wants an "A" regardless of their skill level; and they want the high grade with as little effort on their part as is humanly and ethically possible. Wait, no, they are not the least bit concerned about ethics; that's my hangup.  On the other hand, the students were wonderfully warm in their interactions with me, incredibly fun, and very curious about my life in general and in America in particular. And, their affection could be purchased with a little chocolate. 

Anyway, I'm in countdown mode. 

They Don't Like Us in Chicago

I don't like teenagers. I cannot stand the utterly foolish and simple-minded way in which they think. I especially dislike their group think disguised as revelation of their generation. That said, I love my students. I have loved "all" of my students. That is to say, I like talking and laughing with them. There is still a tenderness and openness to their hearts that can make them (some of them) endearing.

As I am from the U.S., and Chicago in particular, my UAE students like to ask me about my home. Actually, they tell me about it. They tell me Chicago is dangerous, and all the Black people have guns and curse. They tell me Eminem is the best rapper (group think), and that Miley Cyrus and Justin Beiber are the best singers. There is a theme here.

A very common perception among my students is that Arabic people are not welcome in the U.S. The students have a natural curiosity about one of the wealthiest and most influential countries in the world. Many of them want to visit America. One student said that he would visit me in Chicago. I said I would love to have him come. He described how I would drive him around the city and show him the sites. I said that to do so would be fun and my great pleasure.

Several students were gathered around us witnessing our exchange. One student said something in Arabic to my perspective "guest". Naturally, I could sense that it was something sensitive and related to our discussion. I encouraged the student to tell me what he said, and assured him that I would not be upset. Another student interpreted what had been said, "Miss Karla, he said they don't like us in Chicago".

This is a very common sentiment. My UAE students are aware of the world perspective of Arab peoples. They know that caution is required when they travel westward. I thought that my students' parents probably teach their children these ideas for their own protection. This reminded me of how fathers and mothers of Black children (Black boys especially) have to school their children about the reality of being race/self-aware in this world.

I can't quite find the words to express the sorrow of this reality for my students. There was this weird sense that the normal idea of showing a visiting friend from a foreign country around my hometown was somehow a fantasy. The student and I just sort of escaped to this fantasy world for a few sentences in our discussion of his visit. As a few other students stood around "watching the show", I said to my potential guest that it wasn't true that Arab people are unwelcome in Chicago. After all, I said, I am from Chicago and I want you to come visit me there.

My sincere invitation was a sort of transition from the fantasy world to reality. In the fantasy world, my student had an open invitation to Chicago. In reality, he had a teacher/friend who wished that he could come.

It's weird to be so happy right now.

South Korea - Seoul

Well. I finally had my date in South Korea after a three year courtship. It all began with channel surfing. I  landed on a Chicago PBS station showing a  kdrama, "Alone in Love". I was surprised by the quality - performance and production. It was filmed (rather than staged), and the story was engaging, not corny. The acting and writing made me want to know what was going to happen to the characters. I did not know it was a serial drama until the end of the episode that I happened to see. I would haphazardly catch successive episodes. It was about a year before I finally found the entire series (and the final episode) on the Internet.

"Alone in Love" led to other dramas, including my favorite - "My Lovely Sam Soon" (you have to see it to appreciate it). This drama introduced two actors who are now favorites (Hyun Bin and Kim Sunah). The dramas led to variety shows (my favorite TV show - after Jeopardy! - is Running Man: can't explain it, you have to see it). In the midst of all this, I found kpop. G. Dragon, Big Bang, 2NE1, MBLAQ, Rain (YouTube him). There are other peoples who sing like us, but the kpop bunch dance like us as well. I was struck. The Michael Jackson, Usher, Amarion, Chris Brown, and Beyonce influences are stark. Still, many of the Korean groups are fun to watch. (I don't really like the girl groups - they are derivatives of each other). This affection lead me to want to teach in South Korea. Well, my new found affection combined with my growing loathing of the Chicago Public School system. I wanted to get out of the system so bad that I took a job in the Middle East (that's another post).

So, now I am here. Seoul, South Korea. Impressions: mountains - seems like the whole country is a chain of mountains; dense - there doesn't seem to be any unused space; apartment buildings - everywhere!; televisions and technology - both abound - you couldn't drive a km without seeing a TV screen atop a building broadcasting a commercial; Hangul - that is to say, I thought there would be more people speaking English (the UAE is like being in the US language-wise compared to Korea); 'streets of San Francisco" - the whole country is a mass of wending, winding, sloping streets. This last characteristic was one of my chief concerns about living in South Korea. Sloping sidewalks and snow/ice do not go well together. I spend my Chicago winters fearing falling on icy sidewalks - adding inclines to that fear would have been more than I could bear.

First day tour was great. I got to see (no, pass by) the Blue House (president house and headquarters). We went to the major Buddhist Temple, and an original royal residence (just outside of the Blue House). We had Korean barbecue (yeah!). Then, we went to a Korean historic village to tour and watch a farmer's dance show and a horse riding show. All fun.

Safari - Not!

Vania and I went on Safari. It was essentially a buffet dinner (on par with Old Country Buffet) in the desert. It was fun. We started with a sand dune ride in a SUV. Our driver was a teenager, definitely not more than twenty years old. The tour operator described the ride as similar to a rollercoaster. Not quite. But, it was thrilling in its own way. You definitely felt the low lunges into the sand.

The sand dune ride ended at the barbecue location where we (well, not me) immediately got in line for a camel ride. About a hundred people, four camels. I am not exaggerating when I say the climb aboard the camel's hump lasted longer than the actual ride. Don't laugh.

We entered the campsite to find a seat among rows of legless tables and pillows. The pillows were incredibly thick and remarkably comfortable. However, by the time dinner ended, Vania and I found our way to the one tent that had cushioned bench seating.

See the tent behind us. That is where we repaired to when the
low seating became too much for our knees. 

The food was essentially non-descript (Briyani chicken and rice, vegetables, labneh, salad, an orange and um ali for dessert) but sufficiently tasty. Labneh (a kind of cream cheese) and Um ali are the only Arabian foods I've had so far
(I'll tell you about the food in another post - suffice to say that there is a Pizza Hut, KFC and Krispy Kreme within view of my hotel/apartment window). Um ali is delicious. It is similar to bread-pudding. It tastes great as a hot dessert or a cold cereal for breakfast.

There was a floor show. Really, a floor, about 15ft x 15ft laid out in the center of the guest seating. It consisted of a lone belly dancer. She was quite good. But, there needed to be more dancers to make the performance truly entertaining. Tinesha and her fellow artists would have livened things up quite a bit.

Then, it was time to go home. The entire event was well-managed, efficient, and sufficient. There was nothing really safari-like about it. But, we had a good time.

The best part of the evening was the night sky. It was glorious. The clear dark night, the moon and stars were worth the cost and ride to the desert.    

Shorn

I have taken to wearing a head covering. No one, absolutely no one has required it of me. Also, no one at my school has in any way made me feel uncomfortable about my appearance. There was a period of adjustment for the students and the men. After all, I am one of only three females in my school building, and one of maybe ten women on the entire campus of two schools. All other teachers, administrators, custodian, security personnel, grounds keepers, clerks, managers, IT techs, and students are male. This represents approximately 450 men and boys.

Racially, I am fairly comfortable. Most are people of color. Of the teaching staff at my school, six hail from Africa (Uganda, Sudan, Camaroon, Ghana, Zimbabwe, and Somalia - two of these fellas are Brits), four from the Phillipines, two from India, an Egyptian, Jordanian (you remember him from earlier posts), Iranian, and an Arab. There are two men from England and an American. Fascinating isn't it?

Anyway, wherever I go, I get stares. Not because I am a foreigner or even

because I am a woman. Fujairah (and the UAE as a whole) is overrun with non-Emiratis. Most are from India and the Phillipines. Most, of course, are men because of the construction and labor work. However, there are many Filipino and other non-Emirati women. Google will tell you that most of the nations in the world are represented in the UAE. I think the primary reason for the gawking I get is because my hair is cut really low to the scalp.  And, it, well, it isn't straight.

It would seem that no people in the world who have been exposed to western

Ok, I chose this photo, not because it goes with
the story, but because I totally love this pose! LOL.

ideas are immune to western standards of beauty. Even the students have remarked on the complexion of someone's skin. A student was insulted by the insinuation that a man darker than me was his father. It did not matter that the man in question was also Emirati. Anyway.

The stares are especially noticeable in the malls. These places are frequented by native women and children. I imagine that the gawkers think I have committed some great immorality that resulted in my shorn head. I feel like Hester.

So, I decided for my own comfort I would wear a head covering. The effect was immediate. And, to prove that it was not imaginable, on the first day I wore a head covering, I received no fewer than three comments of approval from students and one comment from the Jordanian. Each expressed how beautiful I looked.

I am way to proximate to Africa to have to endure such standards. On the other hand, of course, you know, perms sell real well on the dark continent.  

Postscript:  As I am writing this post, I just got a text from a female, Muslim, Somalian-Born, British colleague/friend informing me that tomorrow (01 February 2014) is National Hijab Day, and that I should wear mine to work tomorrow. Hijab is the head scarf worn by Muslim women with their abayas. So funny. 

My Abaya Experience

You know I had to get one for myself. 

I purchased a lovely abaya from a "local" merchant who assured me that his insignia on my gown would impress the natives. "Local" because none of the abayas are actually designed and created in the Emirates. Mine came from India. It is very pretty, and I really enjoy wearing it. I don't feel in the least confined or subjugated. Of course, mine is a tourist's experience. Anyway, the material is incredibly light and flows very prettily. The fit is surprisingly attractive. 

Thus far, I have worn my abaya on two occasions. 

My photos are not good enough.
You really have to see the Grand Mosque for yourself. 
It is magnificent. 

When Vania visited, she and I toured the Grand Mosque in Abu Dhabi. Naturally, women are required to be fully covered while visiting the mosque. Women did not have to wear an abaya, but there should be no visible flesh. There is a dress code for men as well; slacks (no shorts), shirts - pretty simple. Men should not wear writing on their t-shirts that might be offensive.

There is a beautiful water treatment outside the main entrance to the Grand Mosque. 
Two bays contain hundreds of gallons of crystal clear blue water. So pretty. 

This is my favorite spot in the Grand Mosque. Through this glass door, you see rows of decorative pillars. The pillars, alone, are beautiful. However, viewing them through this door enhances their beauty. 

I first wore my abaya to school for National Day (similar to the U.S. Independence Day). Emiratis celebrate the establishment of their nation on 2 December. Celebrations usually last two days. At school, the students dress in traditional clothing - kandora for males (which is what they usually wear when not in school). Presentations are made, classrooms compete for best National Day decoration, and an assembly is held at which a non-Emirati teacher is awarded a prize for the best traditional dress. Guess who won. Yes, me! I was tickled pink - or, rather black.  

The three gentlemen are teacher colleagues.
The hijab, right sleeve and front left section of my abaya are embroidered with gold aplaque.
My hijab (head scarf) is traditional, but I tied in more of an African head wrap style.

The nicest part of my abaya experience was that the Emiratis (students, faculty, community) really appreciated the respect the westerners demonstrated by wearing the traditional clothing. Even at my hotel/apartment, staff who were used to my usual clothng, smiled and commented when they saw me in an abaya. 

The student and colleague reactions were the best. Several said "You look beautiful Miss Karla!" One student (who looks like a teenage Harry Belafonte - for real) stopped me and said to me "I'm serious Miss, you look beautiful!". Another student (I am not exaggerating here) came into my room, took a seat, and licked his lips. ROTFL. Quite a few male colleagues expressed their admiration. I was told multiple times by students and faculty how appealing I looked in the abaya. All covered up. Nothing showing but my smile. 

Go figure. 

Burj Khalifah

The Burj Khalifah is currently the tallest building in the world. It is located in Dubai, UAE. It really is a beautiful site to behold. Though, it kinda reminds me of a pencil. The designers have situated the building very well. The Burj Khalifa is positioned in a small body of water so that, despite the massive numbers of buildings that surround it, the Burj Khalifa can be comfortably seen from many vantage points. 

I love this building! Just behind are steps that lead to a courtyard area that can fit many people who want to gaze at the Burj Khalifa. To the left and right of the courtyard are restaurants that offer al fresco dining. This location is just a few minutes walk from where Vania and I were staying during our Dubai visit. 

These is the entrance to a really posh hotel and relatively small shopping mall. The Dubai Mall is just a short walk inside and to the right. You can see a bit of the Burj Khalifa at the top right of this photo. This area is within five minutes walking distance of the apartment where Vania and I were staying during her visit. The apartment belonged to a colleague who gone back to the states on holiday. 

Three Things, Four

There are three things I will miss the most when I return to my real life; four things that will make my heart long for the UAE. 

1.  taxi rides
2.  dry cleaning
3.  doormen
4.  the view

I know what you are thinking. All of these things can be found in any major city in the U.S. The difference here in the UAE is the cost. 

Taxi rides are so cheap that I use them like personal chauffeurs. I have the mobile numbers of three drivers that I can call at any time to ferry me about Fujairah or to any of the other emirates if I am so inclined. I (along with my carpool companions) am picked up at my hotel/apartment every morning and chauffeured to work; the same driver reports to my school in the afternoon to take me (and my companions) back home. The roundtrip cost, including tip, is 10 dirhams (about $2.73). If I do not want to carpool, I would only pay 20 dirhams roundtrip (or, about $5.46). You recognize this is cheaper than the CTA. 

Moreover, to travel by taxi to the capital and largest emirate, Abu Dhabi, the cost is approximately AED 450 (or about $122). One can get to Abu Dhabi by motor coach for just AED 50 (or about $14), but the ride is nearly five hours. The taxi ride takes just under three hours, and is far more comfortable. 

If I feel like shopping or the big city life, I can taxi to Dubai in just under an hour for about AED 162 (about $45). To travel to Dubai from Fujairah is sort of like the time it takes to get to Michigan Avenue in Chicago from one of the farther suburbs on a heavy traffic route; except, there is no traffic when traveling on the highways of the UAE. However, once you get to Abu Dhabi or Dubai (especially), traffic can be monstrous. 

Dry cleaning is cheap. I can have 20 items cleaned for about 120 dirhams (about $32). The second best thing about dry cleaning is that I don't have to iron my clothes. My clothes, including my workout pants, slacks, and shorts, arrive pressed and on hangers (ok, that's just like home, but you get the point - the cost allows me to use dry cleaning service exclusively to clean my clothes). The third best thing about my particular dry cleaner is that he provides pick up and delivery service! I don't know if I can return to laundering. Still, I suppose I will have to once I return home. Woe is me. 

Doormen are a luxury here just as they are in the U.S. Because I live in a hotel, I am able to enjoy this service daily. There is always a familiar face to greet me in the morning when I leave, and in the afternoon when I return from work. The doormen provide a wonderful sense of safety, and I like that there are several people at my address who know me by name. 

What I absolutely love the most about the doormen is that I never have to carry anything. This is particularly valuable after grocery shopping. I just taxi to the (Target/Wal Mart style) grocery store at the very nearby mall. When I finish shopping, a clerk will bring my bags to the taxi stand, and load them into a waiting cab. I, then, taxi back to my hotel/apartment where a doorman will immediately open the door, and deftly retrieve my groceries from the taxi and deliver them to my room via the service elevator as I saunter through the lobby to take the guest elevators to meet the doorman just as he arrives at my door. This is the life. Sigh. 

The view. I simply could not afford such a sight in Chicago. While I appreciate my own home, if I was to purchase another place, I would make sure to buy something across from a park or on a very high floor. My number one priority in purchasing would be a place where nothing obstructs the view from my windows. 

This desk is where I do all of my writing (and Korean drama viewing).
Originally, the desk was in the bedroom. I moved it to this window so that
I could enjoy the view (just behind the curtains). 

Early morning. Just after sunrise. The sky is spectacular.

Night view obviously. My camera phone could not, in any way,
capture the amazing sight of the moon. Still, I took
the photo anyway - just to commemorate the moment. The darkness beyond is the Arabian Gulf. At night, I can see the lights of the oil tankers lined up to retrieve their precious cargo to transport to points west.  

Snow Day

It rained. 

Apparently, deserts don't see much rain. Well, I guess water mitigates the whole desert motif. Naturally, the appearance of rain is very exciting. Actually, a couple weeks ago, it got too exciting. There was a severe thunderstorm. Those of us in Fujairah experienced an electrical blackout. It only lasted a couple hours. This was great for those who, like myself, could comfortably view the storm from a living room window. Many others were very inconvenienced because the city does not have a very good drainage system, so the streets flood easily. 

The UAE had not seen rain for some years. When it rained a second time within a few days of the previous storm, many of the Emiratis became overjoyed. Some performed their own Gene Kelly like dances in the outpour. My students became distracted (actually, they are always distracted), and began to open windows and stick their hands and arms out to feel the rain. 

At first, of course, I was not cognizant of the momentousness of the occasion nature had bestowed. I continued to teach and admonished the students to pay attention. The students seemed bewildered by my blase attitude. Fortunately, I recognized the value of what was taking place, and put away my geographical insensitivity and talked rain with the students. 

Within an hour of the initial rainfall, students from every campus within our school system were sent home.  

We had a "rain day". 

Teachers and faculty were also released. I went shopping. The mall was virtually empty. The rain did not return. The sun came out. It was a lovely day.

Between the "rain day" and the impromptu holidays (and the fluidly scheduled annual holidays), these people are trying to get me to stay. 

LOL

Wednesday

Wednesday in Chicago, IL, USA

His Honor Mayor Rahm Emanuel and the CPS School Board of Directors graciously allowed teachers and students to enjoy an early Thanksgiving by closing the schools the Wednesday before the holiday. No pay of course. 

Wednesday in Fujairah, UAE

His Highness Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum, Vice President and Prime Minister of the UAE, Ruler of Dubai, UAE announced to the utter joy of his people and educational expats that all public and private schools in the UAE would close Thursday because Dubai had just won the World Expo 2020 bid. No one's pay was affected.

To make the extra day off just that much more delightful, we were entering into a long weekend (Friday - Monday) because of the National Day holiday. This meant that I was off of work from Thursday until Monday, returning on Tuesday: 5 days! paid! Woo hoo! And, instruction finished for Term 1; all that remained were exams. Students would be leaving at 10:00 immediately following their exam of the day. Then, they would start their three-week winter break. Staff would complete a week of training before starting our two-week break. I love the schedule (even though my teaching schedule changed four times during Term 1!). I have learned to go with the flow. 

I miss the artistry of a Marvin Gaye.

So, I opened my YouTube account a few days ago, and there was a suggested video of a Korean female singer from the popular (in Korea) group Girls Generation. The California native was singing the national anthem at an LA Dodgers game. She did a creditable job. Her talent was evident. Our national anthem is a difficult song to sing. 

Naturally, this performance made me want to hear Whitney’s version again. Now, that is ability. There are as many good singers as there are families in the world. There are only a few who have a gift for singing. Whitney was undoubtedly such a singer.

Also Marvin Gaye. His rendition of the national anthem is award winning. The artistry is captivating. His voice is silk. I love it. To make someone love hearing the national anthem is talent on a higher scale.

This leads me to “Got to Give it Up”. 

When I walk between school buildings for my classes, I put on my shades and sounds. The purpose of the shades is obvious; I listen to music to take my mind off the heat. Anyway, I was listening to “Got to Give it Up”, and instantly one can hear Robin Thicke’s song, “Blurred Lines” (hmmm). While the young talents may not have outright copied Marvin’s song, the author of Robin’s song had to hear Marvin’s beat in his head as he wrote his own version. The rhythm is just unmistakeable. Anyone from the Motown era would recognize it in a heartbeat. I just think the young talents suffered from absence of historical perspective.

I appreciate the schtick (pardon the judgment) of Robin Thicke’s blue-eyed soul. I like soulful white boys; it is a different kind of sexy (though I have yet to experience one who can be comfortable in his own skin amongst us while trying to be of us). Anyway, to further support the accusation of plagiarism, one could write an essay on the parallel messages of the two songs. However, the young ones lack the subtlety necessary for true allure.

Their song is just nasty.

Marvin and Whitney, you are sorely missed. 

Marriage Meeting (?!)

You remember the English language-challenged-Jordanian-colleague who was able to coherently express a desire to match me with someone he knows. I thought I dodged this strange and uncomfortable situation by feigning ignorance of his intentions. Well, I have found that Middle Easterners are nothing if not persistent; it's like cultural. My colleague has brought the issue up again, but with, I guess, a better strategy.

He asked for my number (previously, he gave me his number and directed me to call him - which I did not). He also secured knowledge of my available time. In response to his query about what I would be doing Friday - the holy day - I said I would be going to church. He did not seem to understand the word "church". When he brought up the marriage topic asking again if an Arab is acceptable as a marriage partner, I tried to be more direct. I said that, of course, I have no objections to Arab men, but I am a Christian. He said that my being a Christian is "no problem" (popular phrase). I laughed uproariously (seriously, I threw my head back and everything), and said to him that he is very funny (he did not seem to get the humor).

Anyway, my colleague is coming to meet me at my hotel apartment (in the lobby people, calm down). I fear he may bring the spousal candidate, and that my agreeing to meet may be considered tacit acceptance of the suggestion of marriage. The point is, if I come up missing, start looking in Amman.

Jeeeesus!

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The best response from a student once I revealed my age: "How?"

Yas Island Waterworld!

Well, another field trip. I volunteered to chaperone. It took place on a Saturday - a Saturday! What is going on with me?! Anyway, I am determined to enjoy as much of this country as I can. The trip was free for me, and it meant I could see another aspect of Abu Dhabi. Yas Waterworld is considered one of the top 10 water parks in the world. It was worth it! I am not a great fan of parks of any kind. I am the kind of person who takes a book to DisneyWorld. I cannot ride rollercoasters and I cannot swim. So, what's a girl to do? Rent a cabana and relax in air-conditioned splendor until it is time to take the boys back to school! 

I rented a cabana for four and invited three of my favorite colleagues to join me (okay, it was the three colleagues who saw me first - anyway, pleasure is magnified when you share). The cabana had four lounge chairs, a fan, air conditioner, refrigerator, dry towels, wet face towels, complimentary water, Wifi and a phone with a direct link to a restaurant for front-curtain delivery service. There was even an electrical socket to recharge my iPad! Ohhhh, it was the life.  

It looks like I did not take any pictures of the water at the park. You've seen water; it was blue. The park is incredibly big and very attractive with many water slides. I guess I was all about the cabana. Oh well, to each his own.

She works hard for her money.
I was too glad to spend some of my hard earned salary to make this trip more enjoyable for me.  

This photo was taken by a student. I am standing near the entrance of the bus as we are about to depart for Yas Waterworld. The students were so much fun. Although, the bus ride was a bit loud. They brought FIVE drums!!!! 
They played every one of them as they sang - loudly.
Needless to say, my smile did not last long.

Happy Eid

Eid is a Muslim holiday celebrating the Arabic interpretation of the events involving Isaac's obedience to God's command to sacrifice his son. For me, Eid meant a nine-day school break. So, a colleague and I decided to vacation in Abu Dhabi. On the way back, we stopped in Dubai. The photos below are of our hotel, the Khalidiya Palace Rayhaan by Rotana.

An external view of the Khalidiya hotel in Abu Dhabi.
It is located on the Arabian Sea in a very posh tourist area.  

Interior lights of the hotel.

Hotel lobby near entrance. 

Chandelier in the small hall near the entrance to the beach.

Night view of neighboring building from
the al freso dining area of
one of the hotel restaurants. 

View of our hotel area from the Marina Mall nearby.
In the background, you can see the buildings that are in the photo
just above and to the left.

Life is Too Short

Life is too short for so many things. Life is too short not to venture to far away places and start your life anew even though you're in your 50s. Life is too short (and God is too good) to allow the apathy and immaturity of teenage boys to ruin your day. Life is too short to be impatient with your colleague when she re-tells the same story 3.5 times a day. Life is too short to entangle yourself with complications that are apparent to the blind (you know this one is about men). And, life is too short for Pilates. 

There is a lovely British woman who hosts Pilates classes in her villa for AED 25 per session (about $6.83). The location is close enough that I can walk back to my apartment hotel when it is over. Since the sessions take place on workdays, I take my workout clothes with me in the morning. Well, on this particular morning, as I was leaving the Teacher's Room heading to my first class of the day, I was overcome with dread (marvelous word). I nearly teared up at the thought of going to Pilates class after work. It seemed my knees and ankles were in agreement. Those two regions of my body were in pain at the thought of reclining on a thin mat and using my pelvis to lift my butt for what could not be more than a few millimeters off the floor. 

Hallelujah and thank you Jesus! I made a very mature and reasonable decision to find other ways to improve my physique without the emotional turmoil of strenuous exercise. Walking is good. It is kind to one's limbs and actually involves normal body movement. I think I'll take a walk to the corniche. There is a carnival there, and I am told they sell funnel cake! 

Saturday Afternoon Along the Coast

A colleague and I took a drive along the Indian Ocean. This is a shot of a beach in Khor Fakkan which sits at the edge of the Sea of Oman (I just love my new geography lessons!). It is not really clear in this photo, but the beach here is very nice. There is snorkeling and scuba diving (not that I care about such things); one can also rent a speed boat or sail boat. Just to the left of me in this shot, way in the back, you can see evidence of the vast shipping that takes place in this area.

We are still in Khor Fakkan in this shot. I just wanted a photo with the mountains. Love the mountains around Fujairah and Sharjah (another emirate).

This is the beach at the Radison Resort, Fujairah. It is about 25 minutes north of Khor Fakkan. There were no Emiratis at this (or the other) resort we visited. After two months of being surrounded by people of color, it was a little jarring, and very funny, to find oneself in "Europe" after a mere 45 minute journey through the Middle East.

This photo was taken at the Rotana Fujairah resort (in Dibba). This place is larger than the Radison and just a little more expensive (both just under $500 USD per night). The upside is that one can enjoy the beach for the day for just about $40 USD per person. We had lunch here; it was delicious. It was also fun to hear Western music (Rihanna and Usher, not Taylor Swift or Patsy Cline - though I am a fan of "Crazy") playing as we lounged in beach chairs enjoying the breeze. 

Night and Morning

This is the view from my desk in the sitting room of my hotel apartment. Beyond the lights is the Indian Ocean. It is a striking sight to see the emirate of Fujairah laid out before me. Most nights, between 7p and 10pm, the streets and roads bustle with activity. The street in this photo is a main drag. It leads east to the Indian Ocean and west to the highway that takes you to Dubai, Abu Dhabi and other emirates. 

Same view at about 6:20 in the morning. I was leaving for work, and as I turned to shut off the lights, I was struck (awestruck) by the sun shining through my windows. The hotel apartment door is immediately opposite the window. Naturally, I had to stop and try to capture the image. And, naturally, a photo could not possible do justice to such natural beauty. Still, this is kinda cool, and at least, the memory is captured. 

1 Week Down, 34 to Go!

The week ended really nicely. First of all, I only had three classes (though one was a double, so I taught four periods). The first three periods started at the beginning of the day and ran in succession; so I got those over quick. My last class was my "A" class. They are the best. Many of the students are good at math, and THEY TEACH EACH OTHER. The level A class almost considers my involvement an intrusion. Oooooh. I am done teaching by 12:30p!!! And, since school runs Sunday - Thursday, today was like my Friday!!!

Overall, my first week was pretty good. There were some interesting occurrences, but none have a deterring affect. I think I can make it (at least through the first year). 

Thank you all for praying for me.