At first, the honking got to me and it made me all flabbergasted and stressed out. Over time, I've learned to distinguish between the honks and realized honking (not signals) is a form of communication between drivers. Here is my analysis and honking guide for Bahrain...
In addition to #bahrained there are also the regularly used #bahrainproblems and #inshallahtiming. Let me use my week to shed light on insiders' terms and give you a glimpse of what life can be like living in Bahrain. Note to reader: I did not make up any of this.
And just like that, we’ve been here for one year [eyes bulge out of disbelief]. In my mind, it feels more like 7 months. To Tad, he says even shorter. But alas, we’ve hit our 1-year Bahrainiversary and we are definitely in full stride. I had full intentions of writing a 1-year blog before we … Continue reading Happy 1 year Bahrainiversary to us!
I consider myself rather imaginative. I can come up with really crazy stories, out there ideas and hypotheses. I’m a “free thinker” in so many ways. But never, ever, ever, EVER in a million years had I ever considered that people gave away birds as party favors, let alone be on the receiving end of this unimaginable concept. But it happened. Oh yes, it happened. And it happened to me last night.
In doing some computer and smart phone cleaning, I found some pieces I had begun to write when we first moved here. Rather than try to weave them into one long story as if they actually represented now, I figured I'd literally cut and paste.
Note: amateur blogger error. I swear I posted this weeks ago. No wonder no one had commented on it. Ooooops. A little dated now but still worth keeping around for a few laughs and memories. Enjoy! In past blogs, like all of them, I've used the phrase "same same, but different." In keeping true to my … Continue reading Same same, but different
Who knew an oven thermometer would be so life changing for an oven repair man. It was in Bahrain. Read on...
I'm titling this blog "part 1" because I'm sure in the next two years I will have so much more to add. Having only been in the country for 2 months and really living among the people for three and a half weeks (but feels like a year already) gives me lots of room for discovery, … Continue reading Living in Bahrain, part 1
Villa, a beautiful word I previously associated with southern France, green rolling hills, and lots of wine. Now, scratch the wine and the green rolling hills, we are living in a villa in Bahrain, a desert flatland of cement jungles and no alcohol.
Heads up, this blog is not about Bahrain and more an inner monologue of my "nanny conundrum." Please only read on if you have a sincere interest in helping me grow as a person.