-That the people here are very friendly and helpful, and like visitors. This seems to be the case. Which is great. This particular visitor will be needing a lot of help, thank you very much.
-Right now, the mosque blaring some singing for the evening prayers. Sometimes some angry sounding yelling. Everyday a call to prayer that is tooooo early.
-At the house guys on donkey-pulled carts announcing their produce and prices as they go up and down the street.
-Mosquitos buzzing in my ears every night when I leave the window open for too long for some cool air.
-Spices like cumin being freshly ground in the market. Mmm.
-How stinky it is to make bricks the good old fashioned way. With clay, mud, and manure out in the hot, hot sun.
-Ok, really not a whole lot because the dry air has made my sinuses stuffy.
-The biggest, sweetest, best grapefruits of my life.
-A lot of tamiiyah. Basically a falafel. Eaten with chili sauce, on bread, with salad, or by themselves.
-A drink, I don’t remember what it’s called, but a strong tea type thing made out of hibiscus flowers.
-More meat in this week than I ate all of last year. You can’t refuse the food people make or buy for you!
-Some crazyyy driving. Usually see at least 1 accident while I am out. Will be putting off driving here for as many years as I possibly can.
-Lots of exciting things at the market. All kinds of grains, spices, legumes. I can’t wait to start playing with all these new healthfoodstuffs!
-A lot of dusty streets that all look the same. Of which, very few are marked. Super.
-Men holding hands. And in long white jallabiyas with cute little hats. Perfectly masculine and normal and acceptable. PS Way unacceptable for a man and woman to hold hands.
-A baby literally on the brink of death from malnutrition be revived by rubbing some sugar on the inside of her mouth, which was followed by some other treatment. This was at the clinic I went to one morning where they treat some of the poorest of the poor. I went to see the conditions of the kids there, that will be very similar to some of the boys from the streets. I can now identify a certain type of ringworm that will only infect children.
-My headscarf quite frequently while I am out. It falls, and is blown down, and I adjust it to keep it from being too hot/tight/loose and sometimes end up with it tangled or choking myself. It is not a faux pas really when it falls and such, and is not a necessity as a Westerner. I don’t have to wear it all the time everywhere. Just most places and especially when I am in public. Still getting the hang of it.
-The Nile River! Put my feet in the sand, then the thick clayish mud. Will probably go swimming next time, though have to that fully clothed. No joke.
-The hands of the boys at the centre’s where I will be working(!!!) who have been rescued from life on the streets. It is so nice to be in the place will I will be spending at least my next 2 years! 🙂