Party down

I didn’t write about going to the ambassador’s party because there really wasn’t much to tell. We dressed up and went to the ambassador’s house . . . which was right on the beach. The party started at 7 and here’s what we did: we walked in and right inside the front door was a receiving line. Shook hands with the ambassador and the guests of honor, then moved into the main room, took a drink off of a passed tray, looked for the few people we knew and flagged down the waiters carrying the best appetizers and desserts. Then we chatted about normal everyday stuff with people we knew and didn’t know (Did you get your household goods shipment yet? Are you getting settled in Oman? Do you like it here?), ate a few more mini chocolate tarts, and went home at 9 when the party ended.

It was fun to have a night out that didn’t involve grocery shopping with the kids, but it couldn’t even begin to compare to this party.

The best part about this picture? Look at the people jonesing for cake in the background. My boys . . . and my mom.


Family, friends, music, food, dancing . . . the ambassador couldn’t possibly compete with that.

So who wants to get remarried so we can do it all over again? Hmm, maybe a vow renewal for our 15th anniversary next year? Or mom and dad’s 40th is coming up . . . 
*I mostly tried to post photos that included Josh, me, or the kids. If you don’t want your picture here, just email me and I’ll take it down. 

the best part about today

was not getting an invitation to the ambassador’s house for a cocktail party . . .

It was getting my hair chopped off and loving the end result. 

I went in with three different pictures of short hair styles that I liked and told the stylist to do whatever she thought worked with  my face shape and hair type.

I thought Camille might not recognize me, but she didn’t seem to notice. 

Everyone else did though.

Introducing . . .

the newest member of the Chartier Family Band.

  

Times like this make me wish that I had an older brother. 
They came running to get me because they were so proud of her drumming skills.

One and two and three and four . . . before long, she’ll be playing guitar and performing vocals as well.

And because photographs can’t capture her enthusiasm:

*if you live in the middle of a beautiful redwood forest and can’t view the video, just imagine a baby banging on a pot with a spoon. You get the picture. Hope you’re having a great week of camp!

I’ve got it covered

Now that I’m no longer trying to book hotels in my sleep, I can tell you about our trip to the Grand Mosque in Abu Dhabi. That morning, I dressed specifically to go to a religious site – ankle length skirt, long sleeves, and I brought my scarf to cover my head. We arrive and the parking attendant says, “make sure no short skirts for the ladies. That will not be allowed.” No problem. I am a prepared, respectful tourist.

We go up the escalator (I told you, it’s a GRAND Mosque) and come out on a large expanse of white marble. We see people gathering in one area for the tour that is about to start and then Josh tells me, “You’re going to have to wear an abaya.” What?!? I’m going to have to cruise around in a black tent when the dudes that are there for the tour are wearing normal clothes and short sleeved t-shirts? I was thoroughly annoyed, but went and got my abaya from a woman who was manning a table stacked high with them and then went behind a screen to climb into the tent. Sweet. I felt like a villain in a superhero movie or something. Beware the WALKING SHADOW !

I’m smiling, but I’m really thinking, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Especially because later in the tour, our guide said there was no religious reason to wear the abaya, only a cultural desire to be modest. Riiight. That’s why every women, dressed modestly or not, had to don the black cloak and hood. Anyway, the mosque was beautiful and the tour was great and I would even go again (but next time I’d wear my own headscarf  because theirs was sheer and slippery and kept sliding off my head which was annoying), but I disagree with requiring non-Muslim women to wear the abaya. It’s not like anyone is asking for my opinion though, so don’t expect that to change anytime soon.

The entire mosque was white marble with flowers created from semi-precious stones and colored marble. There were flowers on the pillars and bigger ones on the ground. It was amazingly beautiful and took me out of my abaya wearing funk.

The detail on each flower was amazing. 

Our guide, Ali, pointed out that the flowers inlaid in the floor tiles were tulips, lillies, and some other flower that I can’t remember at the moment. They are supposed to represent flowers that are important in the region, but I haven’t seen any tulips here yet. According to the Muslim faith, they are not allowed to decorate using any human or animal forms so the theme for this mosque is flowers. I’m a fan.


Crossing the courtyard before we enter the mosque. I think Ali said there was room for 40 thousand worshippers out there. That’s the biggest overflow room I’ve ever seen. It was beautiful, peaceful, and bright, as the sun’s rays bounced off all of the white stone. I wonder if they’re allowed to wear sunglasses during the prayer services?

The Grand Mosque, part 2

I’m going to show you all these pictures, but just know everything was way bigger and more beautiful in person. You’ll have to go someday and see for yourself. Just be prepared to wear an abaya if you’re in the child-bearing half of our species. 
In the “foyer.” The huge flowers in here are made from colored marble applied to the walls. They are morning glories, although Ali had another name for them as well . . . of course I can’t remember it now. 
Each individual flower was about the size of my hand. 
We learned all sorts of things about the design decisions for this mosque. All the surfaces in the mosque are beautifully decorated, except the walls that people face to pray. Those walls are either plain (in the women’s room — the women’s praying room, not the bathroom) or inscribed with the 99 names of God. That keeps people from wondering, “how many pieces of mother of pearl are in that enormous red flower?” when they’re supposed to be thinking reverent thoughts about God. 
I loved this blue and gold flower chandelier.
These 6ft diameter flower patterns are carved in the ceiling of the women’s prayer room and they exactly mirror the colorful flowers woven into the carpet below (that I don’t seem to have a picture of).
They maximized the amount of windows in this mosque to minimize the need for interior lighting. There are only 7 lights in the mosque — one for each of the 7 Emirates. 
The back wall of the women’s prayer room is made entirely of glass with glass mosaic flowers and looks out on the main courtyard. I’d be distracted too if I had this view during prayer time. 
When your lamps are this big and this elaborate, you only need seven of them. 
 
The red and green glass globes that hang down from the bottom are a little over the top for my taste, but the rest of it sparkled and shimmered and looked like something from Cinderella’s castle.
The “happy” non-Arab family. Carter was going to take a picture of us so I stood next to Josh and started to put my arm around him and a security guard came over and said, “No touching!” (yes, just like on Arrested Development) and this is the resulting, “I can’t believe I’m standing here in this robe and I’m not allowed to have any physical contact with my own husband in public” look. 
  
 
The “approved” photo. No touching, several inches of space between us, and hands behind our backs. All these interior pillars have mother of pearl inlay. It was amazing and I guess pretty impossible to do on a curved surface like a pillar. The carpet in here is the largest handwoven carpet in the world. Ali told us all the stats, but I’m going to have to refer to wikipedia to refresh my memory: It took 1200 people over 2 years to make it and it originally weighed 46 tons, but now weighs 35 tons. Ali made us guess where all the weight went and we guessed on people’s feet as they walked around on it, but it was more than that. Part of the weight loss was due to the cutouts for the pillars, but a bigger part was because the carpet was shaved three times. They shaved large straight swaths of the carpet, leaving small raised lines behind. The lines mark where people are to stand to pray, kind of like the lines in a parking lot. You can’t see them until you get up close. It’s a really ingenious way of organizing a large group of people into orderly lines. 
 
At the end of our tour. Time to find our shoes and return my invisibility cloak.