Monday, January 14, 2013

FROM THE LAND OF DUST AND CAMELS

I want to open with a direct quote Rob made to me a few days ago: "If living in Australia taught us anything,  when dad says something is easy, it's not." He was specifically referring to the riding of a city bus to his  and Meaghan's first day of school in Melbourne and the time Bobby booked  his ticket back to Georgia Tech from Melbourne through South Africa to Atlanta. Suffice it to say neither turned out well. Rob and Meaghan never made it to school that day and  and Rob arrived in Atlanta via Europe 3 days later than expected with no luggage.

I know I'm a slow learner but  I'm having a hard time with with our door locks. I am paranoid I will lock myself out. The door will always lock behind you so you better always have your keys and know how to use them You have to turn the key for  2  clicks (or is it 3?) The last click serves as turning the door knob.  Bobby says it is easy. I will  not even discuss the deadbolts. He also says they are easy.

We have been in Doha a week last night.  The city skyline is modern  and attractive. Initially driving in from the airport, my reaction was that there are lots of ostentatious buildings here  which are lit up like Vegas.

I  do not eat a lot of meat and pork is not even  is not even not even my first meat of choice but we went to a Chinese restaurant last week and there were no pork dumplings! Also,  how does a New Mexico girl season pinto beans without salt pork? I will let you know when I figure it out.  It is crazy how we crave items which we would normally not miss simply because it  can't be had.                      

The super markets we have gone to are huge and there were more familiar brands than I expected. We thought we would check out another grocery store which is said to be more upscale this past Saturday but when we got there,  it was closed in the early afternoon basically for siesta.I remember this being quite common in Israel but this is the first time Bobby has seen it here. We will try again later.

Yesterday In answer to our prayers, Bobby FINALLY, passed his fingerprinting requirement on the third attempt to secure a resident work visa. Not that our prayers were the  same  but we both got an answer. Ha! His prints have not been distinct causing him to essentially to fail  because of  psoriasis . Bobby said he really did not pass but the the immigration process was dumbed down for him. Anyway he could not even get a drivers license without this visa and you cannot buy a car without a license much less stay in the country. Since my visa will be tied to his. I will  also be required meet some medical requirements. I do not know about finger printing.

This past weekend, we went out for Lebanese food on Thursday night  The restaurant did not even open till 7:30 We thought it opened at 7:00 so we were extra early. The food was very good and we had theHead Waiter's uninterrupted attention all evening because nobody else was there the whole time we were there. Sort of creepy in a Jack Nicholson  kind of way as the restaurant was also in a Hotel. Remember The Shining? Come to find out the locals dine much later than what   are we are accustom to. Friday and Saturday are the weekend.  Sunday is a work day.Worship is on Friday. Saturday we also had lunch out and encountered the same situation. We got there about 12:30 and had a leisurely meal and as we were leaving the locals were pouring in. Sunday is a work day. It seems odd but I'm told you get used to it. I hope to soon establish a routine to be able to know what day of the week it is because now all days are feeling the same.

Saturday we also went to the Souq Waqif which as I understand it means  Old Market. It takes you back in time. Its not an artificial tourist attraction and is really interesting inhabited by the Qatari people. The best thing about the Souq  was the smell of the spices and the gorgeous Arabian horses.Today Ive spent the better part of this day in the study.This is the first timeI have heard the call to prayer from our house.What a reminder to pray for truth.

I have not felt unsafe in Doha in the least  at any time. I look forward to exploring more. The only gripe I have to share  is that do not like the the concept of the compound It feels like too much togetherness: work, school,play and possibly church. It feels a bit oppressive. I hope I am wrong, but if not, please join me in singing "Don't Fence Me In".