Don't cry for me, America

There was only a small part of me that was disappointed about not going back to the US after leaving Oman. I really wanted to go home and see family, but knowing myself I wouldn’t be able to relax and enjoy it mid-move. It would have been a replay of our honeymoon where I spent the whole time making lists like: Thursday — pick up rental van, return duplicate gifts, take cat to vet, pack van. Friday — More of the same. Saturday — leave for Virginia (move #1).

This time the lists would have included things like: turn in school registration forms, update typhoid immunizations, and contact realtor for housing referrals. 15 years later I still like to be settled before I relax.

This way I can save our trip to the states for when I can actually enjoy it — whenever that may be. Josh starts work tomorrow and the boys and I have a date with school (reading and workbooks) and then the pool.

Wi-fi hasn’t been working so I’m blogging from my phone. I can only add photos to the end of my post with the Blogger app so here’s a few from our first 24 hours in Manama.
(for some reason it is posting my photos out of order — obviously the one from the plane should be first.)

I forgot the second most important rule of air travel with a toddler in a carseat (rule #1 is bring lots of candy and mints). Rule #2 is don’t sit your child behind someone you don’t know unless you want to play foot police for 2 hours as there is something so satisfying about repeatedly thumping heels on the tray table.

I used to be petrified to fly and my family can tell you there were many times when I jumped through ridiculous hoops to avoid getting on a plane. Now I can do it without fear, but I generally dislike it. I’m always tired, but I can’t sleep sitting up, I have no control over where we’re going, and I don’t know what any of the airplane noises or many “dings!” mean so I find myself watching the flight attendants to see if they look concerned. They all must be very well trained because they have the best poker faces.

Josh would say they don’t look worried because there is nothing to worry about, but I always suspect there’s something going down and no one wants to start a panic in coach.

So I’m fine, just a little skeptical of this soda can in the air. The smoother the ride the more relaxed I become. Then we hit a few rogue pockets of air and I’m back on alert. Like just now.

I can’t believe we are moving to another country in the Middle East. It feels like we’re heading out on another FAO trip, just with a little extra luggage. But this time instead of saying, “I could live here” it will be, “should we live here?”

I’m tired. Camille woke me up at 5:30 and then I couldn’t get back to sleep because I had a list of things in my head that needed to happen before we left the house. And I’m probably cumulatively tired from the past week. Or month. Or year.

We’re starting our descent now. I don’t mind this part so much unless they take forever circling around. Then I start thinking about that Die Hard movie where Bruce Willis’ wife is on a plane and the bad guy threatens to make them circle until the plane runs out of fuel. Hopefully we won’t have any of those issues today. . .

Ma’a Salama Oman!

I was going to say that this is the first move where we’ve gotten on a plane and ended up in a foreign country, but then I realized that’s exactly what we did to get to Oman. By way of Egypt. So this is actually the third time we’ve done that in a row. Why does this time feel different?

Probably because I’m sitting here thinking, “instead of eating lunch in Oman tomorrow, I’ll be finding a place to eat in Bahrain.” Up until now our overseas flights have involved approximately 24 hours of travel, several stops, and an extended headache, but tomorrow we’re getting up, going to church, heading to the airport and 90 minutes later we should have new visas in our passports and be in our new “home” country. We even leave here at 1 something and arrive there at 1 something (we move back a timezone so we’ll be 10 hours ahead of CA). It looks like move #10 will be our fastest move yet — the previous record held by #7, Twenty-nine Palms to Monterey (an 8 hour drive). 
It was a great decision to skip blogging this past week. I hate long goodbyes and all I would have been able to write about was “the last time we saw our friends before they left for the US” or “our last trip to Adventure Zone” or “our last Wednesday night dinner at MEA.” I enjoyed the week without having to make it a Long. Drawn-out. Emotional. Ending. This week is a fabulous time for us to move because almost everyone has already left for summer vacation back home in the US. It’s easy to forget that they’ll all be coming back in August and we won’t be here to start the school year with them. 
The hardest goodbye was with Lucy. She was so upset to leave us on her last day of work — especially Camille. We are sad for us, because we’ll be lost without her, but she has a great family that she’ll be working for and we’re not worried about her future.

Today we went to her house to say goodbye to her husband and because she wanted to make samosas for the boys one last time. It was a lot of fun to see where she lived and she gave us the grand tour of the very grand house where they live (her husband is the personal chef for a VIP in the Sultan’s staff). This goodbye went better as evidenced by the smiles above. I know Camille is going to be in for a shock when she wakes up on Saturday morning and there’s no Lucy to make her every wish come true. 
T-minus 18ish hours!

Another country, another design

Sitting around while they load our many boxes into the shipping crates — why not design a new blog layout? Since I’m a bad decider, what you’re seeing may change several times over the next few days. Currently it’s brightly colored fabric that looks like it’s from India (like most things here).

While I’m waiting for something interesting to happen (since 4 of us sharing 2 sleeping bags on 2 twin beds in the middle of piles of boxes isn’t of interest), I have several of Calvin’s trip reports to share. He wrote them from his iPod touch (which is an impressive feat of patience) and then they all were emailed to me automatically at the end of the trip when he connected to the airport wi-fi on the way home. These cover their travels around the country, excluding their time in Jerusalem. I’m hoping I can convince him to write a few more about their time in the Old City and at Masada. 
Israel June 17 2012
Yesterday was a long day for us. We went from Tel Aviv to Tiberias which should have only taken one hour but, dad decided that we should take the scenic rout which took us four hours. Dad says it’s because we stopped to look at things and if we hadn’t, it would have only taken two hours (but I don’t believe him).

First, after we had woken up and eaten breakfast, we got in the car and went to Caesarea. When we got to Caesarea, it was already kind of hot outside. We paid for our tickets and went inside. It was really cool being able to see Caesarea and all the different things like the palace, the hippodrome, the lighthouse, and the theater. It was cool because they were setting up for a concert, but we could not figure out who was playing. When we got back to the Main area, we saw a ten minute video from the time of Caesar, till now. It was pretty cool to see what it was like in Caesar’s time and how much it has changed till now.

Later on, we went to see Haifa and we drove along the coastline there. After that, we went to Akko (  it seems as if everybody but dad spells it Acre. Who knows) and saw the ancient port. We got an audio tour first, so that guided us through the citadel. It was really cool to walk around the city and see what it looked like. My favorite part was crawling through a tunnel in the citadel.

Akko/Acre (ha!): Underground sewage passageway

Then, we went to the hotel. Our hotel has an awesome view of the Sea of Galilee and the light show that we saw last night. We went to the pool when we got to our hotel. After the pool, we went and walked around the harbor for a little bit wile we waited for the light show. The light show turned out to be a bummer. It was good for the first five seconds until the lights stopped working. The water kept on going but the lights didn’t work so they had to shut it off. We saw it later that night from our room, and I have to say, this one was better than the one in Dubai.

Sea of Galilee
Israel June 18 2012
Yesterday was an early start and a late end. We woke up early and went down to breakfast. When we got in the car, we headed up to the church of the beatitudes. It was nice, and had a great view of the Sea of Galilee, and had a beautiful garden. 


When we went inside the church, all the tour groups were in there. I tried to get a picture but everybody kept on getting in my way. Afterwards. We went to Capernaum, and saw St. Peters church which was really nice, then we saw St. Peters house, and then we saw the White Synagogue where Jesus preached. After we went to Capernaum, we went to Matula to just look around, because it’s this small town that is right on the border of Lebanon. What surprised me most about Matula was how nice it was. Matula was nicer than almost all of Israel. It wasn’t as nice as the company buildings, but it was nicer than most of the houses that I’v seen. After, we went to see the Golan Hight’s and have lunch. It was weird because because it was like as soon as we crossed an invisible line, everything in Hebrew, turned into Arabic. We ate lunch at this small place and my dad spoke Arabic to the guy (and talked about other things that I have no clue of.) wile we ate. Apparently, if your on the top of the Golan, on a clear day, you can see all the way to the Capitol, Tel Aviv. Now that’s a long way. The Golan Heights are on the boarder of Seria, and Tel Aviv is way down south. That is looking as far as it takes you to drive one hour on the freeway. After, we went to drive in the Jordan Vally. As we drove through, it was cool to see the shelters alongside the road. We went all the way to the west Bank boarder. After that, we turned left and went in a big circle to get back to Tiberias. In all, we saw three countries, and the West Bank. 

Israel June 19 2012
Yesterday, we went to see the Wedding Church where Jesus did his first miracle, then, we went to Nazarith to see the Basilica of the annunciation, and finally went to the the top of Mt. Tabor to see the church of transfiguration. The Wedding Church Was really nice, but it was really lame that people had graffitid on the old stones on the inside of he church. On our way back to the car, dad met some kids running a shop and so they had us come in and dad talked with them and they exchanged numbers and stuff like that.

Church of the Annunciation 

Then we went to Nazarith, it was nice, but the roads were really bumpy so Carter got car sick and threw up. Dad cleaned up Carter and then we went to the church.

In Nazareth — churches and mosques side by side

The church was amazing. All the mosaics were beautiful, and very colourful. Then, we went into a bazar of sorts and wandered around a little until dad found another friend to talk to. Wile dad talked to his friend, me and Carter wandered the store looking at all the neat things he had. We finally left ( after Carter had bought a barf shirt) and wandered our way back to the car. We had shawarma for lunch and a sprite and then we were on the road again. We drove to the base of Mt. Tabor, then drove through the town. This town had bumpy roads so then I got car sick. I didn’t throw up though, just naseaus a little. When we got to the top, we had a great view of the valley and the farms. We went inside the church and I was going to take a picture of the mosaic, but dad told me not to. He said that it would be weird because everybody was praying and whatnot. 


We went back to the hotel and went to the pool. Me and Carter had been wrestling and having a great time, when this lady comes up to us and starts yelling at us in Hebrew. There were some pretty sorry swimmers in the pool that day. Some seventy year old man had fins and big gogles on and was finning the width of the pool (which couldn’t have been more than fifteen feet. There was some lady who was doing a combonation of doggy paddling and freestyle, she would do doggy paddle with her head in the water then, lift her head out of the water to take a breath, then throw her head in the water. It was pretty sad. It was the same lady who had yelled at me for getting to close to her stuff he other day. They had come to the pool after us and had dropped there stuff on the pool deck, and had just jumped in. My dad had chased me out of the pool and as I walked around the pool she said ” Yeah, sure, go walk all over my stuff” I wasn’t even close to her stuff. Her stuff was closer to the pool water than I was to her. Anyways, were leaving today to go to Jerusalem. 

McDonald’s are everywhere. In Jerusalem, a “value meal” costs about $8 
At the start of the hike up Masada
At the top — Dead Sea in the distance. They hiked it in about 40 minutes. 
 
Ein Gedi falls
Swimming in the pools at Ein Gedi
Jerusalem 
Hezekiah’s tunnel 
Garden tomb
Carter’s souvenir purchase — a shofar 
 
At the Western Wall 
Jerusalem/Dome of the Rock at night
June 22nd: Compare this birthday baby

To this birthday girl

And this bald, chubby tank
To this little lady
With a full head of hair

Who likes to wear heels 

And make monkey faces

I can’t believe how much has changed in 12 months.
***Still on a break, but I went back and looked at Camille’s birthday post from last year and couldn’t let the occasion pass without marking it here. Boys got back today, car leaves tomorrow, movers come the day after that . . . it’s almost time to make our exit.