The age of the buildings was apparent but in the best possible way: old castle doors leading to nowhere, authentic cracks in walls of cement and brick, architecture meant to withstand all tests of time and nature combined all coalesced to make one feel as if they had stepped into another era. I can only hope the pictures we took manage to capture even a fraction of the beauty within. All of this is to say, in our time living overseas this is easily been the most worthwhile attraction that we have visited.
There has been more than one occasion in which Jordan and I have wandered down this street, taking time to go into several places, drinking way too much coffee, and trying to find a new favorite. For the record, that is easier said than done... something you will find out when you visit.
Ever since we have been in this country, I have been in a constant state of feeling that I know absolutely nothing. I don't know the language. I don't no where anything is. I don't know how to convert the currency in my head. I don't know where to find Wheat Thins that do not cost nine dollars a box. The list goes on, and as I seem to check things off this list, more, new things continue to pop up. Anyone who has traveled to a foreign country has felt like an idiot at some point.
For today, I would like to give you some insight into an area of the city that we have been exploring a lot lately, Salmiya. Just to clarify, like most metropolitan areas, Kuwait is made up of many cities that have joined together into one bustling collection of buildings, honking cars, and shouting people. We live in an area called Hawally. As much as I would like it to be the crazy city environment that I crave, the area around our apartment is quiet. The only beings out after 10 in the evening are the mangy street cats digging for food in dumpsters. I count several of whom as my closest friends here in Kuwait.
*Warning: The following post contains descriptions of graphic overeating. If you do not have food within close proximity at this moment, read at your own risk.
What I have come to realize in my short time here is that while "God willing" is more of a direct translation, it is used just as often to mean something close to "maybe." And this is "maybe" in the same way as when you would pass a note to a girl in grade school asking if she liked you with check boxes for "yes" and "no," and she would create/check another box that said "maybe."
This is it: no more mushy goodbyes to our homes, no more stateside posts in the near future! We are no longer eastbound so much as we are, well, East! If you are a first time reader, you are in luck! This is when the exciting stuff starts!
So, when I said goodbye a few short weeks ago, the emotions I felt were not just because I had to say goodbye to my dog/son or my parents. Don't get me wrong, that was terribly difficult. But, they were also because I was saying goodbye to you. I know I will miss you, and I promise I will be back as soon as I am finished with this crazy adventure.