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.
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
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.
Booom! Just like that, we've been here for 30 days. So here is what I've learned. Time flies. Duh, we've all heard this. Let's get to something better. Moving on. You pronounce the H in Bahrain. It's a small guttural sound. Ba-hrain. Tall ceiling houses are awesome and why don't we do that in States? … Continue reading First 30 days in Bahrain
My kids were napping when I got to sit in this self-reflection and they were still napping so I decided to dig a little deeper. What, really, is fear? I've asked myself this question for years. It's a goodie. Something I enjoy contemplating.