camel crossing

Even though Bahrain is a small island, I haven’t come close to seeing everything here. Today we went to two new places: the camel farm and the National Museum. The museum is beautiful and modern with displays of life and culture from the past that showed off historic fashions (the women were covered, but colorful), weaving of baskets and cloth, Bahrain’s history of pearl diving, and other ceremonial things unique to here (boys used to be (and might still be) circumcised between 3 and 6 years old — ouch!).
My favorite part of the museum, however, was a gigantic satellite map of the entire country on the floor of the main room. I stood in the map, found our house, and things started to fall in place from there. I told Josh I need to go visit there just to figure out where I’m going before I drive anywhere and I was only half kidding. I felt like Joey on Friends when they go to London and he keeps putting the map down on the ground and standing on it to figure out which direction he’s supposed to be walking. It’s the only way it makes sense to me. 

Something I didn’t know about Bahrain before we moved here is its long history of pearl diving. Bahrain was well known for quality pearls and this statue at the museum shows how they used to harvest them: nose clips, ropes to secure them to the boat and bare hands. They must have had fantastic lung capacity and better ears than I do (mine always hurt whenever I dive down any distance at all and nothing helps except coming back up).
The beautiful building behind the statue is the new theater that opens tomorrow night. We’ll have to check the schedule and see if there’s something worth going to. Placido Domingo is coming later this month, but Josh will be gone traveling for work. We’ll just have to catch him next time. 
 

She loves to run — she’s either running away from me or trying to beat me. 

Another place that is on the “must-see” list here is the camel farm. The camels are owned by the king or the prince (somebody from the royal family), but we had heard the farm was open to the public. We wandered in like a bunch of yahoos off the street and I kept expecting someone to stop us, but I guess that’s what everyone does since nobody even blinked.
The camels aren’t in cages, but they’re attached with a short length of chain so they’re not able to go anywhere. I thought the camels must be special ones for racing or for eating, but one of the caretakers told us that they’re just raised as a hobby. The camels just “eat and sleep. No racing. No meat.”   

This cute little one is only two weeks old. He (or she) was leaping around on his gangly legs. 
 
 

Mama and baby — settling in for a nap.

If things would chill out here, I can see us really starting to enjoy it. Bahrain isn’t outwardly beautiful, but there are some unique opportunities that we have here. We’ll keep searching for more of them!

Back from the dead

I’ve been sick, the grandparents arrived, and I’ve been sick . . . Did I mention I’ve been sick? I got knocked out by the cold of the century — body aches, sore throat, and coughing until I about turned myself inside out.

Thankfully the worst is behind me and my voice no longer sounds like I’m about to keel over, so we get to take the grandparents out for some “sightseeing” today. Not that I think there’s much to see here, but I forget what seems normal to me is quite different than daily life back home.

Weird stuff has been happening here lately (politically), but that’s all for another post. The short of it is that we’re fine, Josh isn’t worried, and we are just as safe here as anywhere else in the world as far as God is concerned.

Wednesday nights

are spent with friends as we meet together for food, singing, and Bible study. I love that it’s a family affair with bunches of kids running in and out, singing along, or playing together as the adults talk.


Time out for a snack break — couldn’t miss out on the chocolate cake! (her grin is for Josh)

This is one of the few things that we enjoy here that we didn’t have in Oman.

Contrasts

November arrived and the humidity disappeared. It’s as if it dropped 20 degrees overnight. Now instead of sweating, I’m wearing sweatshirts. That could be because I caught whatever crud Camille was passing out and I’m congested and freezing even though I’m pretty sure that it’s still in the 80s. But the air is noticeably cooler, sick or not.

I’m writing this from one of Calvin’s last basketball games of the season. I think he only has 2 more after today. In spite of an auspicious beginning, they have gone on to lose every single game since. It turns out it’s not exactly their fault though. They are playing as a middle school team of 6, 7 and 8th graders, but they have to play against High School JV teams — 9th and 10th grade at a minimum. Something about having one or two boys on the team who just turned 14, pushes the entire team up an age group.

The opposing team just walked in and I can totally smell the cloud of aftershave that envelops them — no lie. These MEN all have beards, mustaches, and tower over our little boys. At the start of the last game I was surprised to see the assistant coach take the floor only to realize he was actually one of the players. Supposedly. 
They are literally head and shoulders above them.
Unfortunately, the game today was such a blowout it ended at halftime and they played one more quarter with no scoreboard. God must have a plan for Calvin’s life that requires him to be good at losing. Just hopefully not his mind like his mother…

post-Halloween “festivities”

After the parties of last week, all the soda, candy, and lack of sleep we went from this:

Rockin the Harry Potter glasses from Caleb’s costume

Cheese! I’m Harry Potteress!

To this party girl . . .

Just another day in my cute hat!

To this sad, sick creature. Fever and lots of tears.
It never fails.