Countdown to Cairo

4 days to go!
Our music for the senior arts festival is coming along and I am so excited to meet the other band and arts teachers in the region. It will be a nice change of pace, though an even busier one.

Finally my home internet is working. I have been moving furniture around and thought I’d move my internet connection to the living room and out of my study which is more of a yoga and meditation room anyway. And it worked for the first time since I had it supposedly connected by the company. No matter in asking why because in Kuwait things often do not make sense. It is much simpler just to accept rather than question sometimes.

Today is a holiday thus we have a lovely long weekend. It always amazes me how quickly the time goes before I can even get to opening my school bag. Between walks, yoga classes, dinner parties, a massage, grocery shopping and hanging out late, the time, as ever, moves too quickly.

Last night there was an exciting thuderstorm. Today is damp, cloudy and windy. It reminds me of spring on the prairie. When the weather is like this, however rare, it makes me lonesome for home. I picture myself walking on the Doghide trail, or along the Meewasin and heading to the Mendel and City Perk or the Roastery. It makes me sad to walk here amongst the garbage and feral cats and dogs, the broken sidewalks and loose cables. I want to look up at a clear sky and smell the fresh air of home. Even the smell of the Alfalfa Dehy would be pleasant compared to so many of the smells here. I miss cleanliness of earth and sky. But I digress.

I made focaccia bread, bruschetta and salad for a dinner party last night. I also helped Katie maked risotto. Yummy. I so love to cook. It was the first time I’d made bread since arriving here. I whipped it up at 2:00am on Thursday when I had a couple friends over. They were pretty impressed. I have to admit, when I get the urge to make a certain thing (rosemary parmesan focaccia recipe from Gerry’s cookebook) I HAVE to make it. It is less the desire to eat it than the physical desire to create something. The point of this story (since you may have missed it) is somethings never change. Still doing silly things at 2 am when I should be sleeping. But a person has to live a little.

I am missing India less these days, though I think I would like to study cooking with someone so I could get the spicing and cooking times correct.

Well I am now off for a walk through the trash, sand lots, past the leering men and to the Al Kout Mall. Miss you all.