The Ups and Downs of Eid

Well, Eid began last Saturday in Oman. So on Friday, my sisters and I went to get our henna done. An aunt took us to a woman she knows and we got henna done at her house. I was able to watch 3 women get their feet and hands done before my turn. I only got the design on my hands... which was perfectly enough to amaze me. The daughter who did my henna was near my age and had some stellar talent. She took the henna and just began doodling all over my hands... almost like decorating a cake. Once she was finished, I had to sit there to let it dry and turn a light green... then I was able to flake it off. Henna is very orange at first, but I coated them in vaseline for the next 8 hours to make it turn a dark brown- so gorgeous! A little smelly, but the design was amazing.

Eid in a nutshell went somewhat like this...
- the night before, my sisters and I cleaned our room, did all the necessary beauty treatments to look stunning, and hung out with the family in the sitting room. Fatima decided she'd break out the moves. It was adorable.
- Visitors started to arrive at the house around 9:30am (btw, we've been up since 6). We used the formal sitting room, providing little candies and coffee for everyone. The nearer it became to lunchtime, the crowd of people had grown quite a bit. All the aunts, uncles, kids, and some friends (maybe a few strangers thrown in there) crowded around the floor mats we set up to eat Chicken Biryani and salad. Ice cream and sodas were tossed around- quite literally by some of the little ones- and hundreds of conversations. One of the aunts told me I needed to improve my begging skills, as it is tradition to receive money from family during Eid, and I needed to really beg for it. I felt totally awkward.
-THe afternoon was our quiet time.. most of us napped.. or at least those of us who could sleep through the kids being hooligans did. Parenting skills are quite different here... somedays a little stressful.
- Around 7, my family went to my mother's ex's house (also the family of my olders sister AND where another SIT student is) to have a BBQ. My SIT pal and I sat around for awhile watching the Action TV channel, and then I went outside to meet some of the relatives. I sat with 2 girls around my age, talking about Oman, studies, and just randomness. Was really nice to have such good conversations while eating kebabs with potatoes and soup.
-Well, it was good anyway until.... I developed a terrible reaction. I spent the next 2 days of Eid in bed.
-And the clinic had its own set of funness. Getting dropped off alone at the front desk. Couldn't understand the doctor's Indian accent. I just wanted to say "Just FIX me!!".. but instead we reverted to him writing down what he was trying to say. I finally got to a bed, and for the first time in my life, had to have an IV line. All that, with the fear of air bubbles in the tube, and the fact that a fly had decided I was so depressing that it would fly around me like I was a dead person... was retched. But, a couple hours later, I could at least eat and drink again, collapsing on my bed at home.

Thus, Eid ended.

From Bites to Barney

This week has been a little slow, but not without its quirks and funny moments. Classes are getting hard for all us to sit through, as we are coffee deprived and the brunt of fasting is hitting us all. Even my family agrees, this halfway point is hard. Life at home has been a lot of hanging out, socializing, eating, and watching soap operas in Arabic (which I mostly watch to make fun of the soundtrack in my head). We've only had a few nights where we went out, because someone hit my brother in his car... everyone was fine, except the car door... which is now in the shop. We did get a chance to go the International Oman Exhibition Center to browse through boothes of Eid dresses, shoes, bags, and curtains. However, I did not find anything long enough.... stupid height genes.

The other inhibitor on excursions was the large bite I somehow picked up on the top of my foot. Its pretty beautiful- I think it was a spider bite.... but the doc clarified that it was most likely an infected mosquito bite or something. Still, I had an elephant foot for a few days. And I got to visit the injection room (creepy to see that sign on the door- I was like... woah.... I don't know if I want to go in there) and get some hard core drugs. One of the program teachers took me and we joked about how everything in Oman is fixed with an injection- You have a scratch? Have an injection! But it did get back to a normal size, and now I am waiting for it to totally disappear so I can once again wear shoes like a normal person.

A plus (at least a plus for my maternal side) is that I've gotten to spend a lot of time with the little ones. My little nephew, Sultan, has finally warmed up to me- I think it was the raspberries that won the cause. And Fatima is still glued to my side whenever they are over... which is a lot. Trying to expand her song knowledge past the first line of the "I Love You" Barney song... maybe we'll get to line two by the time I leave haha

Want to say, glad to hear from all y'all via this blog or facebook or email. Sooo makes my day to get your messages. Love you all, from family to friends to Delta sisters :)