Old and New

Quick history lesson that I gleaned from a cab driver: back in the day (about 300 years’ worth of days) Kuwait used to be called Kur, was only settled around the sea, and was surrounded by a wall with gates that were shut at night.  These gates are the oldest things left in Kuwait, everything else had pretty much been built in the last fifty years or so.

This is me in front of the oldest thing in Kuwait:

Oldest THing in Kuwait

 

And this is me in one of the newest things in Kuwait:

Newest Thing in Kuwait

Weekly Trivia

Kuwait has an on-again, off-again relationship with banning nutmeg.  True story.  It’s considered an aphrodisiac, an intoxicant, and a constipator, depending on who you ask.  Currently, I think it’s legal, but beats me if I know where to find it.

Doing a bit of research on Arabic specific ESL: Arabic has eight distinct vowel sounds and diphthongs.  English has twenty-three.  Imagine being a six-year-old and having those fifteen extra curve balls thrown at you; my empathy is growing.

Clouds do exist in Kuwait.  After a month of scanning, I’ve finally spotted them.  They were disbursed by 6am, but I’m wholeheartedly committing and celebrating that fall is here!

clouds

Following the latest Gulf trend, I’ve become a raging fashionista of harem pants.  Wear ’em to bed!  Wear ’em to work!  You, too, can take back the twenty-four hour comfort style heretofore reserved for college students and pregnant women!  In other news, my model expression closely resembles my de-caffeinated expression.

harem pants

And the best for last: I upgraded soccer for futball.  The Hawalli Honey Badgers kick off their first game tomorrow night.  This is for you, Gang Green, Coaches, and Matadors.

MRBS 0

Recently

I firmly intend to be more reliable about writing updates.  I blame a first taste of 125 pre-logic-aged girls as my excuse for spending evenings this past week voraciously devouring Big Bang Theory instead of reading or writing.  Until I pull myself together, though, these are the seven most notable points of interest of the past week:

1) The Kuwaiti Towers are a spiring nod to 70’s architecture.  I enjoy them; they’re almost whimsical but still impressive.  Up close, they look as though they were stapled with the blue-shimmering backs of CDs.  We weren’t able to go up because they were closed for renovation, but they’re remarkable even from below.Kuwait Towers Close Up Kuwait Towers

Cooking, though slightly less enjoyable without a bottle of wine, is the most efficient way to make an apartment a home and bring twenty people together.  I successfully instituted Monday Family Dinners amongst teachers.  Action was deemed necessary upon hearing some of the men derived most of their nutrients from pop-tarts.

Kuwait is crawling with stray cats.  It’s heartbreaking, but you can’t get near enough to tame them, nor are we allowed to have pets in the apartment.  Still, though, they are endearing.  My friend, Cory, started a tumbler: Kats in Kuwait.  It’s worth taking a look.

Kats of Kuwait

I booked a ticket to Morocco for a week in October to see my dear Muireann and Will!  On the way back, I’ll be spending twelve hours in Dubai, so it’s basically a twofer.  I’m also planning out two weeks in India for January winter break.

There is no such thing as a bad sunset in Kuwait.  This is possibly because there is no such thing as a cloud in Kuwait. (Again, all photo credit goes to Cory).

Sunset

Don’t.  Ever.  Drink.  The water.  Ever.

Nothing has made me homesick yet, except for a twinge when I read Willem Lange’s words: “What New England is, is a state of mind, a place where dry humor and perpetual disappointment blend to produce an ironic pessimism that folks from away find most perplexing.”  I crave the bracing crispness of a New England September.  Enjoy the fall for me!