the expat life

So you can usually tell the difference right away between American expats and European expats. Especially the men. But sometimes when the Americans have been living away from home a long time, they start to look more expat than American.

"Don't worry. If you ever go home wearing capri pants and carrying a 'murse' (man-purse), I'm sure your brothers will straighten you out!" I told Roger. 

A few more things about living as expats- we eat at American chain restaurants at home more often than we did while in America. I think I've eating more KFC and Baskin Robbins in Bahrain then I did my whole life before. And I'd never eaten at Johnny Rockets, EZ Burger, Chilis, or Tony Romas before moving here. We do eat out more here because while food is way more expensive, labor is cheap. So many times it is cheaper to go out for steak or chicken than it would be to buy a raw one in the store and fix it yourself. Food can cure a bit of homesickness. And there is tons of good food on the island- no joke- there is a "Bahrain 15", like a "freshman 15"- we've experienced it!

The BBC world service is heaven-sent. It makes me feel in touch with the world and with home.When we got here I would be so homesick I would go to the furthest grocery store just to listen to those comforting British accents.

And it can be surreal. This weekend, I saw Les Mis in theaters some friends- I had a "can't believe we are watching this movie here" kind of experience- to see the French revolution unfolding on screen- given recent events here. It's crazy to be driving along and hear "Rock the Casbah" on the radio as you pass oil wells and palm trees and it hits you like a ton of bricks how far you are from home. And to go from seeing Armani, Bulgari and Cavalli in the mall to the third world out the door is crazy- and I hope it keeps bothering me instead of being another thing I get used to here.

It has been a great experience overall. So we just signed up for one more year here in Bahrain- the 2013-2014 school year.

Peter and Paul

I have a pair of white cheeked bulbuls that come into our garden. I couldn't figure out what ate all the lettuce leaves, but I have a good idea now, after I caught one of the bulbuls making a salad out of my petunias! They are too darn cute to scare away, so Edward and I just watched through the sliding door for 30 minutes while the bolder one feasted. Roger caught it taking another trip through the buffet yesterday morning, so I moved the petunia to the front yard, which they have yet to discover.
I'm naming them Peter and Paul for the nursery rhyme. And I am happy to forgo lettuce for the pleasure of watching them! 

falcons

Some Bahrainis are really into falconry. When we were at the Al Areen Wildlife Park, Edward and Evelyn got to hold one. I was so proud of them because the bird was a little startled and flapped its wings in their faces, but they held on anyway. The bird was a little heavy for Edward, so he got an assist from dad.

Edward's quotes of the day

"I'm a tough boy. A big tough boy! Carry me."

"I'm the ginger-man. Chase me!"

"I'm not hitting, I'm just trying to be nice."

"Mars is red. Let's go there! But we don't have a space ship."

And he also said the f-word. Lots of times- like 20. He thought it was the name of a toy. We have no idea where he picked it up- cursing isn't very common here. It was hard to correct him while keeping a straight face! He was so sure that is what it was called. 

I smell a smell...

Edward said to me the other day "I smell a smell..." (Sniffs loudly.)  "It is poopy kitties! They scratch your face!"

He was used to enthusiastically petting our little kitty when he was small, so when we got here and there were feral, diseased, dumpster cats roaming around, we had to scare him off a bit. Sounds like dad did the trick!

Trevor

Meet Trevor, Edward's duck. Purchased with his own money at Bath and Body Works on Christmas clearance. There were more boyish ducks, but this, pink cheetah print, is the one he wanted. They have been constant companions from bath time to bed time. But Edward's favorite thing to do is to throw Trevor down our stairs and down the slides at the playground.

Star Wars

Today we were watching Star-Wars the Clone Wars cartoon and Edward thought that Obi-Wan Kenobi was Jesus. No bud, sorry!