Back in Kuwait
This is the first August I have been indifferent to return to Kuwait. Last year I was so excited, the year before, I was surprisingly happy to be back. This year, well, I guess I am just ready for something new. My current projects include seeking yoga teachers and Arabic tutors.
Summer seemed so so long and so full of things. Istanbul, oh Istanbul, the best trip. I met up there with my dear friend Karen who works at another American School in Kuwait, plus her sweet daughter (who is 18) and her cousin and another friend from Karen's school. I also met up with Bashar, who I met in Syria. The trip was a great mix of hanging out and seeing things and sitting around drinking coffee. After a few days with Karen and her crew, they left and it was me and Bashar and then his friend Emad (from Aleppo, Syria) and Emad's girlfriend Ruth (from Holland) joined us for a few days as well. I laughed so hard and had such a fun time it was almost unbelievable. We spent a considerable amount of time at the markets where the guys bought stuff to sell in Syria. The bargaining, the exchanges- so hilarious. Ruth and I nearly killed ourselves laughing at them.
It's definitely one of those "had to be there" situations...but trust me...Ruth was like finding another sister in this crazy world and Bashar was a perfect gentleman.
To be fair, dear readers, Bashar (known as Bashir to his friends and family) is someone you all must meet. He plays a significant role in my life at the moment. Firstly, he has been kind and gentle to me in Syria and Turkey, phoned me almost every day I was back in Canada, and then hosted me again in Syria (I went just to visit him) from August 14-23. Some things you should know...he is funny, simple and good. He values me most for my humour and simplicity, the exact things for which I want to be valued. He works as a salesperson, speaks several languages (Arabic, English, French, German, Italian, Spanish, a little Greek and Turkish). We got along right away and talked for two hours the second day I was in Damascus.
Anyway, I guess he is my boyfriend. He keeps aslking me to marry him and I keep dodging the question, laughing, since, well, what else can I do? Now, I know we in the west are suspicious of Muslims. Trust me, he is good. Time will tell the rest.
Here we are at Crac de Chevaliers, the fairytale castle near Damascus.
Summer seemed so so long and so full of things. Istanbul, oh Istanbul, the best trip. I met up there with my dear friend Karen who works at another American School in Kuwait, plus her sweet daughter (who is 18) and her cousin and another friend from Karen's school. I also met up with Bashar, who I met in Syria. The trip was a great mix of hanging out and seeing things and sitting around drinking coffee. After a few days with Karen and her crew, they left and it was me and Bashar and then his friend Emad (from Aleppo, Syria) and Emad's girlfriend Ruth (from Holland) joined us for a few days as well. I laughed so hard and had such a fun time it was almost unbelievable. We spent a considerable amount of time at the markets where the guys bought stuff to sell in Syria. The bargaining, the exchanges- so hilarious. Ruth and I nearly killed ourselves laughing at them.
It's definitely one of those "had to be there" situations...but trust me...Ruth was like finding another sister in this crazy world and Bashar was a perfect gentleman.
To be fair, dear readers, Bashar (known as Bashir to his friends and family) is someone you all must meet. He plays a significant role in my life at the moment. Firstly, he has been kind and gentle to me in Syria and Turkey, phoned me almost every day I was back in Canada, and then hosted me again in Syria (I went just to visit him) from August 14-23. Some things you should know...he is funny, simple and good. He values me most for my humour and simplicity, the exact things for which I want to be valued. He works as a salesperson, speaks several languages (Arabic, English, French, German, Italian, Spanish, a little Greek and Turkish). We got along right away and talked for two hours the second day I was in Damascus.
Anyway, I guess he is my boyfriend. He keeps aslking me to marry him and I keep dodging the question, laughing, since, well, what else can I do? Now, I know we in the west are suspicious of Muslims. Trust me, he is good. Time will tell the rest.
Here we are at Crac de Chevaliers, the fairytale castle near Damascus.
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