Tag: travel
lets go to the mall
I’m not a big shopper, but I love going to the mall in the Middle East. For starters it’s a great place to people watch. We’re always on the lookout for different styles of dress, especially trends in head coverings, abayas, and dishdashas. For example, we suspected a particular family was from Egypt because the mom was wearing a tight fitting long sleeved shirt, with a fitted short sleeved shirt on top paired with jeans, cute flips, and a brightly patterned hijab. We saw women dressed like that every day in Cairo. When we heard them speaking to each other and detected the hard ‘g’ sound, “ga” instead of ‘juh,’ we gave each other a congratulatory smile. Yes, we’re people watching nerds.
It’s interesting how the various Muslim countries have different standards for dress. In Abu Dhabi I saw a lot more women with veils (both with eyes showing and not showing) and we even saw a girl Caleb’s age in an abaya and hijab (usually girls don’t have to cover until they are teenagers). The Abu Dhabi women were rhinestoned and studded out like the Omani women, but Egyptian women only wear plain abayas. My favorite sighting was a woman who was wearing large stylish sunglasses under a full veil. You could tell she was dressed to the nines underneath her abaya from the way she was strutting, the large poof of hair under her veil, and her expensive heels. She was plenty covered, but not exactly modest.
One evening we went to the mall for dinner and people watching. For some unknown reason, this mall had several animatronic dinosaurs on display. Camille wasn’t so sure about them, but the boys thought they were hilarious, especially when they figured out that they all had working “back doors” that would open and close. I assume the purpose of that was to release an egg, but there were no eggs to be seen.
After eating, we wandered around, popped in some stores, bought a rugby ball and just enjoyed the scenery. One of the shops was advertising a “Grab and Go Sale” and we wondered what would happen if someone took the sign literally.
I love being able to wear her when we walk around. It’s easy on my back and I don’t have to maneuver a stroller in the crowds. No one wears their babies here. They all have strollers or carry them in their arms. Everyone looks at us when I’m wearing her, but she attracts attention whether I’m wearing her or not. I love walking behind Josh and people watching when he’s wearing her. Groups of women will nudge each other and point and smile. Especially when she’s hanging out on his back.
There was a huge line to play tennis on these indoor “grass” courts.
She finally fell asleep when we stopped at Starbucks to get a coffee and pick up a United Arab Emirates mug. Adding to our collection, one country at a time.
It was after 10 and we were all tired so it was time to head home. On our way out we stopped at the grocery store to pick up yogurt for breakfast and I saw this sign. Hmm. I’ll let you make your own jokes.
the freaks come out at night
When it’s over 100 degrees in the desert, the only time to play is after the sun goes down. We saw beautiful parks all over Abu Dhabi, but they were deserted. Until dark. We went down by the waterfront for dinner and let the boys play on the playground. It was 9:30 at night and the place was packed with kids of all ages.
The climbing structure was in the shape of a traditional dhow (fishing boat). It was a beautiful, clean, and well maintained play place.
The entire playground was covered in padded mats so Camille was able to crawl around. I just had to make sure she didn’t get trampled by all the kids who were thrilled to be running and climbing, including my own.
In fact, Calvin was so excited that he hurdled the chain that fenced in the park, caught his back foot, and would have hit the ground face first if he hadn’t tucked his shoulder and rolled.
And yes, I took a picture (once I knew he was ok), but we were all laughing so hard that it came out blurry. It was especially funny since this is not the first time that he has injured himself due to clumsiness on this trip, but that story is in another post.
Something we’ve been missing since living in Muscat is doing things that local people do. We’ve realized that we need to shift our schedules and live like the Omanis who bring their babies and little kids to the mall at 10 pm and shop and eat at the food court as if it were 3 in the afternoon. We might as well, since our baby is awake anyway and ready to play.
After the park we walked over to ColdStone and then drove by the Grand Mosque on our way back to the hotel. It changes color depending on the phase of the moon. At a full moon it is bright white and gradually changes to a dark blue when there is no moon.

*The title of this post comes from THIS 80s classic. At least it was a classic for those of us living in Oakland.