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Travel Blogs from Sanaa
... Arabic. He didn't want me to pay so I did anyway. With the traffic and the fact that we missed the road made me late but Yousof waited. We had to take a metered taxi because my new friend thought that it was better... too much money was exchanged as the cabby drove around in a roundabout fashion.
My Arabic is AWESOME. Sorta. I understood when Yousof told the driver that I'd lived in Sana'a for four years and that I chewed qat (gat in colloquial) everyday. I ...
... nothing interesting.
Copy of Sunday.
Movie night... that was possibly cancelled.
MEXICAN FOOD NIGHT! Danielle and Mac had been craving Mexican food
like a naked mole rate craves sunlight so they craftily created an
event. They had to make almost everything from scratch. Danielle made
her own tortillas so she could make her own tortilla chips... and
then, after food, Uno was to be had until 1:30 am. I ...
... At 9:00 I went to breakfast at the school and had orientation. If anyone knows me they know I'm super prepared so I didn't see anything new. Then we got a tour of the Old City which is nice. Then we got lunch at the most amazing whole-in-the-wall place. It was a kebab place in a glorified closet. I can't begin to describe it like really. Maybe I'll draw a picture. The men there were so excited when I was taking pictures that they asked if I ...
... I awakened. It was a shopping trip in prepartation
for a group dinner as it is James's (England) birthday. I met some of
the other new students then too.
It was a blast. I love tea and since
everyone else digs it too it's on all the time. We chatted and I
offered to help with the dishes. James rinsed while I washed. This
mundane triviality is here because James drove yesterday and he said
that driving is not too hard. You just ...
... of the employees spotted me and he asked if I'd do the switcher-roo then. "Eywa. Kiifal hal?" (Sure. How are you?) He answers in Arabic then shakes his head like I've pulled out some sort of Jedi mind trick. "You speak Arabic."
We walk to the counter together. He shouts at one of the three guys in the group to listen. He turns to me and says, "Show him. Talk to him in Arabic." I did. The man asked if I was an ambassador or working for the embassy. Nope. ...