I’ve been neglecting my blog, but it’s been an intentional decision to spend the time that I’m here, being here and reflect on it later when I’m sequestered in my house back in Bahrain. We return for the second half of Ramadan where it’s illegal eat or drink in public during daylight hours and since it’s a million degrees out, it’s easier to just stay home rather than pretend that we’re fasting along with the rest of the country. There’s something about not being able to drink that makes me incredibly thirsty.

The boys went to Vacation Bible School on base for the two days before we left on our vacation. I went early to pick them up on Tuesday and Camille got right into the middle of things. She didn’t know the songs or the choreography, but when she saw her brother on stage, she wanted to be part of it.