I'll tell you more about my trips out of the country when I upload pictures... just wait, I know you are anxious to hear about them! Amongst all the traveling, and the colds going around, it was really nice to get back to good ol' Muscat. Realizing I really prefer Oman (and the quieter towns) over the craziness of Dubai. The last few days I have been on a mad search for my personal journal. It disappeared somewhere between Doha and Abu Dhabi.... and I am terribly vexed by its loss. Every note, every feeling, every day I hae been in Oman was in the book. And its gone.... I don't even know how to begin finding ways to try and recompile things. Crud.
Today was our last day of "class," which really was just my oral Arabic review. I think I did pretty well considering I knew nothing when I arrived! Now, I am beginning my independent study project... I am very excited about it- looking at Omani's views on US primacy and how the role of US leaders should use that power. Inshaallah I will finish on time and with good results!
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Sunday, November 4, 2007
More Developments
Well, I've returned from Nizwa, and had a few days to do laundry and settle in Muscat. Coming back was difficult... the change in lifestyle and trying to get back into the original flow. The contrast between rural and metropolitan is so apparent. But, I have talked to my host family in Nizwa, and I am going to return for a week to stay with them and do some work for my independent project. (Which is rapidly approaching, eeeek!)
And now, I am in Doha, Qatar. The change is already such a culture shock. For the first time in 2 months, I've seen a skyscraper. And I don't have to cover... though we are all finding ourselves more comfortable if we do. Seeing tourists along side locals is quite a trip, but that is shocking in Oman too. I am able to walk down the busy street from the hotel to the internet cafe alone... something I definitely could not do in Nizwa, and is always a little awkward in Muscat.
Tomorrow we are going to Al-Jazeera to see a component of media in the Middle East... I cannot wait- what a special opportunity!
In shaa allah, in a week I will update you all on the trips planned for this week- more of Doha, Abu Dhabi, and the famed Dubai! The experiences SIT is providing is outstanding and the personal encounters I'm blessed to have are far beyond what I was anticipating. I already know that coming home will be a little stressful... the changes.. the misconceptions... the realization of things I learned and am learning here.... I already know this has changed many aspects of how I think about.... well... everything.
And now, I am in Doha, Qatar. The change is already such a culture shock. For the first time in 2 months, I've seen a skyscraper. And I don't have to cover... though we are all finding ourselves more comfortable if we do. Seeing tourists along side locals is quite a trip, but that is shocking in Oman too. I am able to walk down the busy street from the hotel to the internet cafe alone... something I definitely could not do in Nizwa, and is always a little awkward in Muscat.
Tomorrow we are going to Al-Jazeera to see a component of media in the Middle East... I cannot wait- what a special opportunity!
In shaa allah, in a week I will update you all on the trips planned for this week- more of Doha, Abu Dhabi, and the famed Dubai! The experiences SIT is providing is outstanding and the personal encounters I'm blessed to have are far beyond what I was anticipating. I already know that coming home will be a little stressful... the changes.. the misconceptions... the realization of things I learned and am learning here.... I already know this has changed many aspects of how I think about.... well... everything.
Monday, October 1, 2007
Yes, Oman loves to shop
Long day today- too long to be fasting for a large part of it . After class ended at 12:00, Kristin, Rebecca, and I got ourselves dropped off at City Center Shopping Center to chip away at our lists. We ended up shopping for Eid clothes, and I bought a lime green sundress that I can wear over pants and a beautiful silk blouse with metal details on the trim. So exciting, but I have to keep em in the closet for 2 weeks until the celebration. (For those of you who don't know, Eid Al' Fitr is the Feast of the breaking of Ramadan. Basically it is of importance like Christmas) The shop was called Monsoon and it is only in the Gulf. We also went to Carrefour where I bought a new housedress, things to bake cookies with, a dictionary, and a guidebook to Dubai. Kristin and I guided our taxi home successfully- and I engulfed myself in the guidebook. I am so EXCITED about going to Dubai in a month. I am already planning where I want to go, eat, swim, shop- EVERYTHING!
In a whirlwind, I caught a ride with my brothers to have iftar at Nashwa's. Since it was so sudden, I surprised Nashwa... I met her mother and sister when I first entered, and they couldn't have been nicer. We helped prepare a few last minute items for iftar: we took these small pancake-like bread pieces and half-filled them with cream, pinched it together, and drizzled honey all over it. Yea, Oman is a diabetic nightmare. Iftar, however, was nice, yet different from my family's. Had some amazing baked beans- felt like Texas food! So we all stuffed ourselves as we watched Omani soap operas that made fun of Omani culture.
Around 8 we all went to this big mall in the "American" part of Muscat. Hadn't been yet, but I wasn't impressed. And yes, this was #2 shopping trip of the day. It was really wild to see the damage the "unusual weather patterns" of earlier this year caused. The whole first floor was flooded, so it was still closed off and completely in shambles. Not too different from the empty lots around town with damage still laying in them. But did see some really beautiful head scarves. And tried to find some Arabic perfume/oils.... yet the kind I thought I wanted smelled horrible. And I came out of the shop with different oils all over my hands... I stank. Nashwa, her sisters, and I found it all more untolerable (as we all suffered the same perfume fate) when we were jammed in the car on the way home.
Every day here brings its own set of revelations. Some are more exciting than others, and I may have some cultural stress at times, and I cannot believe I am actually in the Gulf most of the time. But I can already tell that little things about the US will be hard to adjust to when I get home. For one- I'm already shocked when I see tourists in short sleeve shirts walking around town.... let alone a whole city of em. And lots of things I thought would be a huge adjustment- the longer clothes or abaya for example- are some of the things I love here. I mean, I can wear anything I want under the abaya... and I still look snazzy. Its amazing. And the housedresses, which we know would be considered mumus in the US, are the most comfortable, beautiful things. Funny how people think of these as such a cage for women... when really i think the men here have less freedom in dress. But hey, thats how ironic life is.
In a whirlwind, I caught a ride with my brothers to have iftar at Nashwa's. Since it was so sudden, I surprised Nashwa... I met her mother and sister when I first entered, and they couldn't have been nicer. We helped prepare a few last minute items for iftar: we took these small pancake-like bread pieces and half-filled them with cream, pinched it together, and drizzled honey all over it. Yea, Oman is a diabetic nightmare. Iftar, however, was nice, yet different from my family's. Had some amazing baked beans- felt like Texas food! So we all stuffed ourselves as we watched Omani soap operas that made fun of Omani culture.
Around 8 we all went to this big mall in the "American" part of Muscat. Hadn't been yet, but I wasn't impressed. And yes, this was #2 shopping trip of the day. It was really wild to see the damage the "unusual weather patterns" of earlier this year caused. The whole first floor was flooded, so it was still closed off and completely in shambles. Not too different from the empty lots around town with damage still laying in them. But did see some really beautiful head scarves. And tried to find some Arabic perfume/oils.... yet the kind I thought I wanted smelled horrible. And I came out of the shop with different oils all over my hands... I stank. Nashwa, her sisters, and I found it all more untolerable (as we all suffered the same perfume fate) when we were jammed in the car on the way home.
Every day here brings its own set of revelations. Some are more exciting than others, and I may have some cultural stress at times, and I cannot believe I am actually in the Gulf most of the time. But I can already tell that little things about the US will be hard to adjust to when I get home. For one- I'm already shocked when I see tourists in short sleeve shirts walking around town.... let alone a whole city of em. And lots of things I thought would be a huge adjustment- the longer clothes or abaya for example- are some of the things I love here. I mean, I can wear anything I want under the abaya... and I still look snazzy. Its amazing. And the housedresses, which we know would be considered mumus in the US, are the most comfortable, beautiful things. Funny how people think of these as such a cage for women... when really i think the men here have less freedom in dress. But hey, thats how ironic life is.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Okay, I'm sweaty
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow
Oman is so cool! But definitely not temperature wise- its almost 11 am here, and its so hot and humid. All kinds of sweaty- at least we have the shops and this internet cafe to stop in and relax in the air conditioning.
But lets start at the beginning....
I finally departed NY at JFK on Friday night on Emirates. Which is an amazing airline, hands down. The plane was huge and glamorous- twinkle star lights on the ceiling included. And was thoroughly entertained by the endless amounts of new release movies and tv shows on my own tv console! But I was still able to tear away from the Pirates 3 and Becoming Jane to sleep for a good 7ish hours. I amazed not only myself, but the group members next to me. Which, by the way, the group is amazing so far. An interesting mix and we are all so excited to be here. Stopping in Dubai was amazing, but difficult as in we couldn't go explore. Its an interesting mesh of people, and seemed less traditional than the Oman airport (where we were glad we changed into our more modest clothing before landing), over the top, and glistzy.
We arrived at midnight local time here in Muscat, so the impact of the heat and culture was somewhat hidden at first. We basically drove from the airport, unloaded our bags at the hotel- dragging them all up the 2 flights of stairs, showered, and collapsed. Got a few winks in before we all had to be up at 8 for breakfast and our first meeting. Breakfast wasn't anything too different- toast, eggs, tea, and Nescafe. But still good. Elizabeth, the program director, gave us some info and our mission this morning. Received my Oman cell phone and maps of all that sort. We are in the Mutrah section of Muscat, our hotel looking out over the Gulf of Oman. Our goal this morning is to explore the souk (or marketplace) here and buy a "mystery item" or under 5 rial to share with the group. You all know how much I love browsing the market! But to find the mystey item is seemingly more difficult (trying to not buy perfume or saffron, which are not so mystery) And our search for a working ATM has caused us to feel like we are walking through a sauna. Luckily we found an internet service "cafe" , which is another part of our goals, to stop and rest inside for an hour.
Its going to be a very full day- exploring on our own, meeting and talking about our experiences, and eating at one of the program directors' homes. Trying to pick up some Arabic; most everyone speaks English, but want to try-as its my purpose here anyway, right!? I can now at least say thank you!
And thus day one is almost half over, but the experience is but beginning!
Oman is so cool! But definitely not temperature wise- its almost 11 am here, and its so hot and humid. All kinds of sweaty- at least we have the shops and this internet cafe to stop in and relax in the air conditioning.
But lets start at the beginning....
I finally departed NY at JFK on Friday night on Emirates. Which is an amazing airline, hands down. The plane was huge and glamorous- twinkle star lights on the ceiling included. And was thoroughly entertained by the endless amounts of new release movies and tv shows on my own tv console! But I was still able to tear away from the Pirates 3 and Becoming Jane to sleep for a good 7ish hours. I amazed not only myself, but the group members next to me. Which, by the way, the group is amazing so far. An interesting mix and we are all so excited to be here. Stopping in Dubai was amazing, but difficult as in we couldn't go explore. Its an interesting mesh of people, and seemed less traditional than the Oman airport (where we were glad we changed into our more modest clothing before landing), over the top, and glistzy.
We arrived at midnight local time here in Muscat, so the impact of the heat and culture was somewhat hidden at first. We basically drove from the airport, unloaded our bags at the hotel- dragging them all up the 2 flights of stairs, showered, and collapsed. Got a few winks in before we all had to be up at 8 for breakfast and our first meeting. Breakfast wasn't anything too different- toast, eggs, tea, and Nescafe. But still good. Elizabeth, the program director, gave us some info and our mission this morning. Received my Oman cell phone and maps of all that sort. We are in the Mutrah section of Muscat, our hotel looking out over the Gulf of Oman. Our goal this morning is to explore the souk (or marketplace) here and buy a "mystery item" or under 5 rial to share with the group. You all know how much I love browsing the market! But to find the mystey item is seemingly more difficult (trying to not buy perfume or saffron, which are not so mystery) And our search for a working ATM has caused us to feel like we are walking through a sauna. Luckily we found an internet service "cafe" , which is another part of our goals, to stop and rest inside for an hour.
Its going to be a very full day- exploring on our own, meeting and talking about our experiences, and eating at one of the program directors' homes. Trying to pick up some Arabic; most everyone speaks English, but want to try-as its my purpose here anyway, right!? I can now at least say thank you!
And thus day one is almost half over, but the experience is but beginning!
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