Another Goofy Visit

So, the goof ups in language keep coming. I promise one of these days I will have really good things to say. I will tell of the joys of having a visa and continue in the praise of how the culture and I fit like a duck to water and everything will be wonderful.

But when that day comes you might as well delete this site from your favorites, because then there will be nothing to write about and you won't be able to laugh until you cry and think, "Geez, I am glad I didn't do that."

So I am in the process of meeting a new friend....

We met when he gave me a ride to the grocery store. He was really nice and gave me his number. (Isn’t that great? I go out and meet guys and try to get their numbers! I sound like a junior high girl.) I called him today to see if we could meet up for coffee/tea. He said that would be great, so we agreed to meet at 8pm.

B had been sick all day. I've noticed that on every post one of us is sick. One of these days, you know, the day when we fit in like a duck; we will be healthy and not sick, but then you won't have anything interesting to read about, would you? But B was sick, so the house was dirty, especially the living room where we hover around the heater to stay warm.

I met this guy at 8 and we hop in his car and he says, "Okay, where to?" I didn't care so I asked him to choose. He then said, "but I don't know where you live?" In Arab culture that means, "We going to your house, right?" Yah, I was freaking out! The house was trashed, B was sick, what the heck! We were two blocks from the house and by the time B picked up the phone we were in the driveway to our apartment building. I did everything to stall. I dropped the keys, I gave him a tour of the hallway, I did everything. We come in the door and the living room is clean. B is the best. She is great. I love her so much. Now on to the visit.....

Oh, wait a second the phone is ringing.

*Talking*

Okay, gotta go downstairs Mama wants to talk to me.

Be right back.

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Okay, remind me to tell you what just happened when I am done with this story.

Now, on to the visit...

Because we weren't expecting to be here at the house, we didn't have anything ready. We only had some fruit cocktail juice stuff. We served him some juice and we talked for about an hour and then he had to get back to work. He said we need to come to his house and drink coffee with his family and B can meet his wife. That is great, but I don't know if he was speaking of later on tonight or the "in the future, one of these days type of thing."


He gets off at 11! So basically we are sitting on the couch waiting till 11 to see if he calls and if so we are headed to drink some caffeine-loaded coffee and visit till probably 1 or 2, then on to school early tomorrow morning. Unbelievable! If the Arabic language doesn't kill me, the Arab culture will, and whatever is left; I am sure the lack of sleep will polish off. :)


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Okay, Mama just called me downstairs because she couldn't figure out her new camera. It's all in English. She couldn't turn it on or off. I love Mama, she is a sweetheart. The good that came out of that was that I can feel like I am good at something. I got to go fix a problem and I had enough Arabic to understand her. Yah!

See how the LORD works? He gives little boosts of confidence when you need it.