A year ago the family and I were partying with a camel at Maadi House in Egypt.
This December 12th I was at a beautiful mansion on the Arabian Sea with our Muscat Women’s Fellowship group. We met at the house of American missionaries (he was a doctor and she was a teacher) who originally came to Oman with their three young children back in the 1950s. The story of their relationship with Oman and their relationship with the Sultan is incredible. After they retired from their decades of work here, the Sultan gave them this property and built them a home right on the water. He also granted them Omani citizenship. They were gracious enough to let us meet and have lunch at their home.
In the early years they used to have to sleep on the roof at night under wet towels. It was so hot the towels would dry out and they’d have to re-wet them in the middle of the night to be able to fall back to sleep.
A guy fishing in the cove — he had a spear and a mask and would paddle along the surface with his face in the water looking for his catch.
Last year was camels, this year it’s goats.
