Rome-in' Around Italy

Every year, in addition to the professional development that we do throughout the year, Shannon takes summer professional development courses. She takes them in part because the classes are challenging, engaging, and helpful, and in part because they are a big component of the international school principal qualification process. In previous years, they have been held at a swanky Miami hotel. In the Spring, when Shannon told me her options were to sign up for the same location later in the summer, or much more conveniently timed, right at the end of our school year at a different location, the choice was easy. Plus, the different location was Rome. This would afford her the opportunity to meet and network with people from different schools in different locations that she had met with previously. Also, it was in Rome.

The convenient timing of courses beginning as soon as our school year obligations were over meant that we had one day to pack, and prep our home for a summer of emptiness. On one hand, we felt a little rushed on our way out, on the other hand, it was time. We were ready to be off of a compound, exploring new cities, and making progress towards seeing our family and friends. We were finally on the way to celebrating Shannon's pregnancy with our families and friends; which were were forced to do from afar.

When we landed in Rome we were treated to the good old, "all bags from this flight have been delivered" sign, which of course meant that all of our possessions were lost. Well this wasn't really what happened, but it's what we thought. When we finally got to our stuff, hopped in a cab, and got to our hotel, we were struck by how much our hotel looked like a hospital. But either way, we were beginning our summers and set up to explore Rome. We spent the rest of the day stopping by a local grocery store to stock up on snacks and provisions for Shannon's daily lunch breaks. We walked around the neighborhood a bit and quickly came to the realization that pretty much everything shuts down on Saturdays in Rome. We grabbed some pizza and called it a night.

For our first full day, and the last day of free time Shannon would have before classes started, I arranged for a tour of the Colosseum. We narrowly missed the hotel shuttle to the center of town, but decided to walk to the city's historical center instead.

After an hour or so of walking and embracing the mid 80s temperatures (way better than 120 which
we left begin in Riyadh), we arrived. Editor's disclaimer: Shannon is five months pregnant. Just feel like I had to throw that out as a reminder. When we got there, we had some lunch and went along with our tour. We felt like total fanny pack wearing tourists as we put on our tour guide required headsets and proceeded into the security line at the Colosseum. As we walked, we watched as countless tourists fell out from the "heat" and the "strenuous walking." We proceeded through our tour while chuckling to ourselves as this one woman loudly complained about the level of audio in her headset, every 7 minutes or so. It was her headset. Then it was her headphones. Then it was the guide not being loud enough. The constant complaining provided some levity to Shannon and I as we enjoyed the tour.

The Colosseum has been on my traveling bucket list since my parents told me when I was a child that they went there for their honeymoon. As a person inclined to the narrative and stories told by history, I always had this fascination with the Colosseum, and it didn't disappoint. We saw the seating areas, the concourse, the rooms used to imprison the gladiators, the weapons storage rooms, and everything in between. We were told about the types of animals used to fight against the gladiators, conjugal visits by wealthy women to the gladiators, and everything in between. After the Colosseum, we toured the Roman Forum and Palatine Hill. We looked at ancient palace ruins, temples, marble statues, columns, and even the site of chariot races. The tour took about three hours, and served as a really cool opportunity to share an afternoon together before her courses started. When the tour ended we wandered around the city looking for some food until we came upon what can only be described as an Irish Pub meets Italian family restaurant. That night, after we fell asleep after a long day of walking and touring, we were woken up at 1:00am to the piecing sound of a fire alarm. Apparently someone had been smoking in their hotel room. So that was a cool way to spend our first night resting up.

The next day started, and Shannon went to class. In previous years, during this training, when we were in Miami, I would wander around the neighborhood, go to the gym, go to coffee shops, go to the pool, or go to the local malls. None of these were bad options. But none of these were wandering around the streets of Rome either. I spent the day going from historical site to historical site. I went to cafes. I walked around and wandered the city. I saw the Pantheon. I saw the historic column of the Emperor Trajan. I got lost. I found my way. I got lost again. I found my way into a small ten foot by ten foot bar watching a World Cup game with a group of Colombians. I had a blast.

When I got back from my daily adventures of walking 15 miles or so around the city, I joined Shannon for an afternoon and evening, just in time for the power to shut off. Yet again, another ear splitting alarm accompanied that; for about five or six hours. We were left as blind as moles wandering the dark hallways of the hotel with nothing more than the flashlights of our cell phones, and the increasing temperature, tempers and accompanying body odor of the guests and as the air conditioning turned off. Due to the elevators being shut down, we walked up and down dark staircases for four stories multiple times to get into our rooms, only to find that we couldn't access our rooms because...key cards. It was not pleasant. So Shannon and I did the only responsible thing, and took refuge in a local pizza spot until the inconvenience was through.

The next day as Shannon went to class, I wandered out again to search the streets of Rome for an appropriate birthday gift, which I won't detail here as her birthday hasn't passed yet. I came back in time to have lunch with Shannon and we were shooed away from the hotel and shushed along the way because they were filming a movie scene. Paying guests be damned! This place was about to become...a hospital for some major action movie. I knew it!

Minor inconveniences aside, the next few days went smoothly, and we capped off our stay with a nice dinner together in the gardens of St. Peter's Cathedral in Vatican City before a tour of the Vatican, and the famous Sistine Chapel. I can only describe the Sistine Chapel as remarkable, and indescribable. The level of detail, beauty, care, effort, and thought that went into each inch of an absolutely massive complex was breathtaking. We saw the collection of paintings, sculptures, and carvings throughout the facility. Unsurprisingly, the crown jewel of the entire visit was the Michelangelo painting of the Creation of Adam.

As I write this, I am enjoying my 60th espresso or so while sitting on a cobblestone street outside of a cafe. I am about to go in to prepare for Shannon's course graduation and dinner with her. After which, we will be moving on from Rome to take a train south to Naples where HER vacation can finally begin, then on to the states to see our families.  Our time in Rome was peppered by hotel disasters, historical beauty, creative scheduling around Shannon's conference schedule, and about as much pasta as you could possibly imagine.

Our final evening in Rome was the night of my ‘graduation ceremony.’ After taking four leadership courses over the last four summers I finally earned my certificate of international school leadership. Justin was able to join me for the evening so he met some of the participants from my course, and got to watch the famous closing night skits put on by all the breakout session groups. Unable to toast this accomplishment the usually way, after dinner and the ceremony, we went in for an early night. We had been gifted a nice bag of chocolates from the hotel (everyone else was given a bottle of champagne….sigh), and so we toasted with chocolates and sparkling water.

The next morning we boarded the ever-efficient European train system for our one-hour trip down to Naples. In true Euro fashion, the train left exactly at the scheduled time and we enjoyed quite a pleasant journey through the countryside. Naples had a totally different feel than Rome - obviously less crowded, small winding streets, and a lovely fresh sea breeze blowing off the bay. Our Airbnb apartment overlooked the bay of Naples, and afforded an unobstructed view of Mt. Vesuvio as well as stunning sunsets and moonrises over the water. Each morning we threw open all the windows and flooded the apartment with the songs of birds and gulls, and fresh sea air. We filled up our tiny refrigerator with fresh peaches, melon, and cheese for the week and readied ourselves to begin a most relaxing stay in the city of Naples.

It was as we began unpacking our clothes that I realized with great horror that I had left my passport in our hotel room back in Rome. Seeing as how I have never done something this boneheaded before, and because I have not really pulled the pregnancy card many times, I chalked up this oversight to pregnancy brain. Thankfully the hotel had found and was keeping safe my passport. And in true hero fashion, my darling husband boarded the morning train BACK to Rome that very next morning to retrieve my passport and bring it back. I felt horrible that we had to waste half a day and another 100 euros to fix the mistake, but Justin was gracious about it and we didn’t let it ruin our time.

Our first excursion planned for Naples was a day trip to Mt. Vesuvius, a hike around the top of the crater, and finally a visit to the city of Pompeii. We arranged for a private driver to pick us up at the apartment and rode about an hour up to Mt. Vesuvius. Our driver parked in a lot near the entrance and Justin and I hiked (more like an uphill walk than an actual hike) the final 1500 meters to the top. Vesuvius itself is only about 1300 meters tall, and the top of the mountain is an almost perfectly round circle-shaped crater where the top blew off some 2000 years ago. The terrain was rocky and ashy and on this day there were incredibly strong winds at the top. We had a gorgeous view of the bay of and the city from the top. It was an easy 20 minute walk down the bottom where we reunited with our driver and then headed down to Pompeii.

Pompeii, about a 30-minute drive from Vesuvio, was an ancient Roman city that was covered in ash in 79 A.D. after Vesuvio erupted. The city itself was sprawling and you could easily spend an entire 8-hour day walking amongst the streets and aqueducts, private homes, gardens, stables, and amphitheatre. Pompeii is laid out like a modern-day suburban neighborhood, which makes navigating the place quite easy with a walking map. We were amazed to see how well preserved some of the interior frescoes were in the homes and I can only imagine how stunning they must have been to see in their day. We also visited the Garden of the Fugitives where were discovered several victims of the volcano; their final moments forever preserved in plaster casts of their death poses. There was a surreal contrast between the plaster casts and the beautiful garden that surrounded them, filled with flowers and singing birds that gave the impression of a very peaceful final resting place.

We concluded this evening with a homemade Italian dinner, prepared by our host and served on the

terrace overlooking the water and setting sun. This may have been the most delicious and special meal that Justin and I had during our entire stay. Everything was homemade with fresh, privately grown ingredients. The menu included an aperitif of homemade limoncello served with snacks of salted peanuts and organic olives, an appetizer of fresh mozzarella cheese, ripe tomatoes and crisp basil leaves and thinly sliced baby zucchini lightly fried in olive oil, a first course of spaghetti with with olive and tomatoes, a second course of eggplant lasagna, white wine served with fresh sliced peaches, and a dessert of hot chocolate lava cake - an appropriate ending for our volcano-themed day.

After a slow morning of espresso and fresh peaches on the terrace, we grabbed a taxi up to Castel Sant’Elmo, situated on the highest peak of Naples. While the castle itself wasn’t exceptionally beautiful, it did afford us a 360 degree view of the entire city of Naples and surrounding bay. It was a warm, sunny day and we enjoyed gazing out over the ocean and enjoying the nice sea breezes blowing around the castle walls. Upon leaving the castle, we visited the famous Cameo Factory di Paola right outside. This company has been handcrafting cameos for over 100 years. We met the welcoming shop owner who even gave us a demonstration, showing us the tools and techniques he uses to carve a bust, rose, or other decorative scene out of the back of a seashell. His shop was full of beautifully carved cameos set into rings, earrings, pendants and brooches. For my birthday present, I picked out a lovely cameo set in sterling silver of the three graces from Greek mythology, Beauty, Happiness, and Abundance. I chose it because it was unique and commemorative of our visit, but also because it reminded me of my sisters.

On our last full day we once again hired a private driver to take us down the Amalfi coast. We stopped first in Positano, pulling off on the side of the road to admire the famous Mediterranean blue waters gleaming around the cliff sides. The landscape was beautifully covered with lush flowers and charming little villas built right into the cliffside. We also refreshed ourselves with a freshly squeezed lemon ice on the side of the road before continuing on our drive down to Positano. Our driver dropped us off near the center of town and Justin and I walked down a tiny curving, cobblestoned road that was canopied along the way with fushia and white bougainvillea until we reached the beachside. Here, we were able to rent an umbrella and two chairs on the water for a whopping 35 euros. Instead of sand, the shore and bottom were made of rounded black and gray rocks that made for quite a different beach experience. We spent a couple of hours here swimming, sunning and reading until it was time to head back up the hill and meet our driver again. Positano, and in fact most of the Amalfi coast is known for its lemons and handmade limoncello. So we stopped in a little lemon-themed gift shop and purchased some gift bottles for friends, and a small bottle of “Eau di Positano” perfume for me. The drive into Amalfi took about another 20 minutes, on account of the traffic and many coach buses choking up the small, one-way winding road. Amalfi is much larger and more commericalized than Positano and was a definite tourist attraction. We stopped here for a nice lunch of smoked flounder and breaded cod, and of course a scoop of gelato before piling back into the car for our journey home.

Prepping for our Growing Family

We have finally made it to the culmination of our first year in Saudi! Here’s a recap of what we’ve been up to in the last few weeks leading up to our departure for the summer.

One of our biggest projects was getting our home set up for when we get back from the summer. When we get back, I will be about 7 months pregnant. After visiting two different hospitals, we settled on a doctor that is unfortunately a farther drive from home, but offers nicer facilities and a doctor that I just felt more comfortable with. As we are still in the midst of Ramadan special hours however, this meant that our appointments were offered late at night, like 9:30 pm up until 1:00 am, which is difficult when your usual school night bedtime is 9 o’clock.

Baby Bump Coming Along

Our final appointment before leaving the country was just last week and it was for 9pm on a Friday (which is like our Saturday night). We had some errands to run on that side of town (about a 40 minute drive from home) so we thought we would be clever and just stay on that side of town all day, rather than driving back and forth across the city. In theory, this could have worked. But we were foiled by tricky Ramadan hours. We wrapped up our Ikea visit at around 4 pm, right as Asr prayer was beginning. We thought, okay, we can just sit in the car for 30 minutes until this prayer is over, then continue our shopping at the hardware store, then have a leisurely dinner once fasting is over around 6:30 pm, and have no problem getting to the hospital for our 9 pm appointment. But, no. Because it was Friday there are extra prayers, and extra long prayers, and during Ramadan this means that business is just done at Asr prayer and won’t start up again until after Maghrib, so 8:00, or in the case of some businesses, not until 9:00.

We were able to find an Applebee’s restaurant that was open and serving, so we agreed to kill some time there. The greasy booths, sticky menus, and the fact that Applebee's is probably the most loathsome restaurant on the planet did not make this a pleasant meal, but we had reached the point of no return on our flawed agenda. After dinner we killed some more time by taking laps around the closed mall like a couple of senior citizens. And then finally, we just went ahead and drove to the hospital early. Much to our dismay we learned that the hospital shuts off the air conditioning during these closed hours, so it made for a very warm waiting room.

No A/C at the Dr.'s Office

The evening was filled with many more delays, such as Justin being bum rushed in the check-in line by about 6 Saudi women, putting him last in the queue. Then our doctor having to go assist in a delivery. Then the nurse misplacing our ultrasound order. And by the time it was all said and done, we weren’t home again until 1 am. And yet, this is the hospital we’ve decided on. We can only hope and assume that once the country is back to regular business hours, this process will be less time consuming.

The other big project underway was to get our home and lives ready for baby before leaving. After understanding the demands of working at this school, it only made sense that we do as much preparation now as possible, to set ourselves up for a smooth transition when we return in August. And since Justin and I are both planners, we took this project very seriously and very methodically. First, I made a giant Ikea shopping cart and worked out a baby budget. And, as hand-me-downs were being constantly offered up, my shopping list began to dwindle. One added bonus of living in a family-friendly compound is that almost everyone has kids, and this means there is plenty of baby stuff to go around, that is generously passed from one mother to the next in a kind of infinity loop of babies. This also means that I’m surrounded by a network of experienced mommies who can offer all sorts of advice ranging from what baby items are essential and which are superfluous, to the best sort of maternity clothing and even (gasp!) nipple creams! This is a huge help to a first time mom such as myself and I’m lucky to be surrounded by so much experience and generosity.

After kicking around a few ideas for decorating the nursery, Justin and I agreed on a concept that we found mutually satisfying - a scene from Calvin and Hobbes (Justin’s favorite comics growing up as a kid), but set in a woodland scene to satisfy my desire for a natural, woodscape. The result was an adorable and whimsical little scene that my talented husband did a fantastic rendering of. All in all, we estimate he spent a total of around 30 hours from start to finish to bring it to life. But, not bad for a first time muralist, and the result was amazing. As Justin was up on the ladder painting the mural, I steadily assembled piece after piece of Ikea furniture and continued to twiddle down our master shopping list. We are picking up a few more hand-me-downs from other families this afternoon, and then we will be left with almost nothing left to buy except for baby clothes and diapers. The nursery is essentially done. Now we can just add baby! And knowing that all of this will be ready when we return allows Justin and me to glide into our summer worry-free.

And so now, as I sit in my empty classroom with it’s bare walls and wait for my final check-out signature before I can leave, I reflect on all we’ve accomplished this year and all we have to look forward to in the next. We have a fantastic 2-week vacation in Italy starting on Saturday, and then we’re headed back home to spend the summer with our friends and families. 

Year 1 in Review

Shannon and I have used this space as a way to reflect professionally and personally as we reach the end of each school year. Our yearly "In Review" post has been a collective cathartic experience where we highlight some of the trials and tribulations of the previous year, framing our experiences for our own purposes. We try to encompass the entirety of each year as a way to reflect and improve moving forward, as well as a way to be appreciative of the fortunate opportunities we are afforded.

To start with our first year in Saudi, in review, I think it is important to first examine why we came here. We were afforded a great opportunity while choosing our destination, to choose from very different options, based on what we wanted out of life. We decided that our goals were going to be focused on going to a high performing school, starting a family, exploring travel opportunities that are afforded by living in this part of the world, and exploring new cultures.

I would say while looking back at these goals, while we had ups and downs this year, Riyadh has

proven to be the perfect place for us for those reasons. We have been challenged at school. Some challenges were expected, while others weren't. We found ourselves working for a school with incredibly high expectations in a lot of ways. It is a very high performing school on the global scale, and while we have found some things frustrating, on the whole, working for this school has proven to fit the mold of what we originally set out looking for.

We have also managed to put ourselves in a position to start a family. Shannon is pregnant and we are going to have a baby here. Our experiences here with the medical care have been very positive, aside from a few inconveniences regarding scheduling appointments during the month of Ramadan. We have found that our home, our school, our school community, friends, and amenities here are very conducive to starting and having a family. Finding a home that supported these goals was probably the most important thing to Shannon and me when we set off looking for a new school. I feel that our choice to come here has been validated in a lot of ways as a result of everything we have found here.

With regards to travel opportunities, in the past year we have been mall hopping in Bahrain, cruising around in Cadillacs from the 1950s in Havana, hunkered down under Christmas trees in New Jersey and Florida, through Christmas markets in Berlin, building houses with our students in the Phillipines, wandering along the Danube River around castles in Budapest, eating cakes from the Sacher Cafe in Vienna, hiking around the ancient ruins of Petra in Jordan, and living and exploring in Saudi Arabia. On our way home this summer, we'll be spending 2 weeks in Italy. By the start of next year, our unborn child will have been to seven different countries, and it still won't even be born yet! I would say our travel opportunities have been more than plentiful.

But all of that isn't to say we haven't had a variety of ups and downs along the way. We had to transition to the cultural expectations of Saudi and some of the difficulties that came with that as newcomers. Shannon isn't allowed to drive. She has to wear her abaya. Seemingly every time we try to run more than one errand at a time, we get locked out for prayer time. We have had to experience the joys of abundant conveniences that comes with living in a compound, and the boxed in feeling that comes from that too. We have had to counter awful weather (it's 115 as I am typing this), pollution, sandstorms, and...erratic driving. We have been yelled at for leaning on counters, had missiles shot at us.  We have experienced the typical struggles of adjusting to being far away from family as birthdays of loved ones, holidays, and family crises pass without us.

With the difficulties, we've had balance and new experiences. We've created new friendships with new people, centered on common frustrations and experiences. We've been lost in souqs, we've been to Persian carpet parties, we've been locked into and out of stores for prayer times.  We've seen this country make decisions to allow women to drive, and to open movie theaters.

When I look back at our first year, I think of the frustrations, the opportunities, and the stories we've collected. I look forward to a second year in a school and a home. I look forward to coming back in August to a home that is furnished, a curriculum that I am familiar with, friends who I know, and a cultural and social system that I understand. I look forward to new challenges like welcoming our son into our lives and sharing all that will be new and overwhelming from that standpoint with Shannon. It has been a long year. It has been a fun and frustrating year. It has helped us grow and understand the world around us better, and rely on each other more and more. We have made a home here, and proven to ourselves yet again that we can make a home anywhere as long as we go into it with an adventurous and open mind. We are thankful for our first year, eager to spend time with our families and friends, and hopeful for our second year moving forward.

Fasting

As Shannon mentioned in one of her recent posts, were are experiencing some changes in the school and throughout the country as everyone observes the holy month of Ramadan. The significance of the holiday cannot be overstated. It is a time for family, reflection, and self-sacrifice. It is a deeply spiritual time for many Muslims in the country and as a result, it is celebrated by many families throughout the kingdom as a major family event.

Prior to coming to Saudi, we had a friend who we worked with in Ecuador who had lived and worked here for 5 years. One of the last parting words of advice he gave us before we left South America was, "If you ever get invited to an Iftar dinner, you need to go. It is one of the coolest experiences and most genuine experiences you can have while living in Saudi." For context, Iftar is one of the religious observances of Ramadan and is often done as a community, with people gathering to break their fast together. Iftar is a celebration and a meal just before Maghrib prayer time, which is around sunset. So when Shannon and I were invited to an Iftar at a student's house by him and his family, we were eager to take the opportunity. My interpretation of the offer is that it is quite a grand and kind gesture akin to sharing a Christmas meal with a family.

As an aside, while Shannon and I have been happy with a lot of the aspects of living in Saudi and working at our school, one thing that has been a bit of a struggle for us has been living on a compound. On one hand, everything you need is there. We have access to friends, groceries, a gym, coffee shops, ice cream shops, small stores, restaurants, etc. But we are on a compound. The compound is meant to make life more normal and "western" for foreigners, which is good, most of the time. One of our struggles has been with our difficulty to connect with Saudi culture and people. It's easy to gloss over that. We aren't trapped here. But we are almost trapped by convenience. We work 11-12 or more hours a day and when we are done, we enjoy the gym and our homes, or our friends' homes. That fosters an insulated life in a way. It's a problem of convenience, I realize this. I could very easily put myself out there more and get more involved with the local culture, but it is different from Ecuador in that we were eased into a transition rather than thrown into new culture. Sometimes if you aren't thrown into something, it's easier not to get as involved as you want to be. In a way, it's almost deprivation by convenience.

So as a combination of a variety of factors, we eagerly accepted the invitation. It would give me an opportunity to further connect with this student and his family, it would give us a new cultural experience, it was a grand and kind gesture to be invited, and it would force us to get out into the world around us while experiencing a part of life that is important to people who aren't us, thus providing insight into the world around us.

As Shannon also wrote in her Ramadan post, many who observe Ramadan fast during the holy month. Many of our students fast. They have come to school tired from the inverted schedule, cranky from thirst and hunger, and sometimes they struggle with their abilities to focus. To celebrate our invitation, and to experience what our students experience as an act of empathy and solidarity, and to satiate my own curiosity, I decided to fast for the Iftar meal.

Now, to properly fast for Ramadan, you need to go further than a simple fast that I had experienced in the US, wherein you don't eat any food. To properly fast, you can't have any food, water, or coffee or anything. No mints or gum to stave off the hunger. Nothing. This was made a little harder by my own scheduling. The night before my fast, I played in a basketball game that resulted in me being a bit dehydrated and getting home at 1:00 or so, and in bed by 2:00am. My student advised me prior to the fast that I should wake up at 3:00 and eat a light meal and hydrate before 3:28am when the first call to prayer happens. So I did just that. So after about 40 minutes of sleep, I got up, drank a liter and a half of water, and ate some fruit. Then I went back to bed for three hours before work. Except I didn't. The hydration bomb resulted in me going to the bathroom about 5 more times and getting even less sleep. Either way, I was starting the day off with no sleep, and by the time I woke up, I was still dehydrated from the night before.

As the day went on, I found that I wasn't as irritable as I expected. I didn't even really get hungry throughout the day, with one or two exceptions. The hardest part was the thirst. This time of year in Saudi Arabia, it gets up to 110 or 115 degrees. That is many many degrees. On a normal day, I drink at least 3 liters of water. Having a commitment to 0 drops of water really puts the sacrifice many of the people living here choose. To me, it clarified the depth of their commitment and focus. It made their sacrifice that much more pronounced and noble. While I made it through the day without too much difficulty, the feeling of omnipresent suffering (albeit minor) made me admire their dedication and them to a degree by extension.

At the end of the day, we went home and I took a nap to catch up on sleep while Shannon made some of her famous biscotti as a gift for our hosts. The nap helped distract me from my thirst and helped me get some much needed rest before our evening.

After the nap we went to the family home and we were warmly greeted. While the nature of our conversations, the evening, and their tremendously hospitable hosting can and should remain between the parties present, I can however, glean some information on the process of breaking fast for Iftar.

When we arrived, we spent some time in a family living room area. When the sun went down, we sat on the ground on some beautiful rugs and broke our fast with dates as was done with the prophet Mohammed. We were told it is customary to eat dates in odd numbers. By this point, my previously dormant hunger raged back and I think I had about 5 dates. They were served with cream, as was Arabic coffee and different juices and water. We were told that this breaking of the fast with small, sweet food was done to help ease the stomach and the sugar meant to reinvigorate those fasting before a larger meal. After the dates, we ate a variety of small balls of fried dough, drizzled with a variety of sweet sauces. They were light and crispy and airy and the sauces ranged from Nutella to pistachio to coconut, and a few others. I think a conservative estimate for me was about 40 of those.

After we broke our fast, we were taken to a different room where we had a delicious barley soup and a series of samosas, which are like triangular puff pastries with a variety of stuffing. They had meat and vegetables in them mostly. They were lightly fried and reminded me a bit of empanadas in a way. They were delicious. My understanding is that this is a typical and traditional course of a meal for families who celebrate Ramadan and share their Iftar meal together.

After our meal, we went outside and sat in a garden and had tea, biscuits, and some more sweets. The meal was exactly what we needed and the steady wave of small course after small course was perfect. The evening was focused on the interactions. It was a great way to socialize and share time with family and friends. It made me really appreciate the holiday for the value it had to the many people who celebrate it.

On our way home, Shannon and I spoke at length about the kindness of our hosts, the quality of the meal, and at how grateful we were to be invited into the homes of a wonderful family. I remark on this blog from time to time how the hardest part about living overseas is the distance from our loved ones. That evening, it was equal parts devastatingly apparent how far we are from our own families, and delightfully fulfilling to be invited into the family of others for an evening.

Our invitation, and my fasting helped me further see the beauty in Ramadan, and in Saudi culture and people. We were, and are still grateful to our hosts. We are also grateful to be in a position in life and in the world to experience evenings that are totally indescribable and unique. Ramadan Kareem.

Head to Head

Every week, similar to when we were living in Ecuador, I play basketball with a group of teachers, locals, and other expats. It is one of the ways I try to keep up with my stress management, my exercise, and get to know people. Participating in these games has been a fun way to direct the focus away from school from time to time and towards other things.

About a week ago, on our group text chat, we received a message from one of the non-teachers in our group. We were invited to play a friendly scrimmage against the Saudi national basketball team. As in, the Dream Team of Saudi. This was the team that would represent the entire country in the FIBA World Championships, and other international events such as the Olympics (if they qualify).

Needless to say our text group lit up with excitement. Online scouting of their team via YouTube quickly took over our afternoons. Texts like "21 can't shoot free throws, we should keep that in mind," and other nonsense peppered our conversation. We got way to excited way to quickly. But it was admittedly a really cool experience. We weren't playing local guys from a rec. league or the local YMCA in a pickup game. We were going to play the real deal national team. It was pretty great.

When the day came for our big scrimmage, we all drove over to the Olympic Park, not knowing what to expect. Due to Ramadan scheduling, and most of the timing for the entire country being a little unusual for us, our game started at 10:30pm. We got there at ten, did some warm-ups, missed our shots, stretched a bit, and marveled at the thrones lining the gym. I'll say that again, there were thrones for the royal family in the gym positioned at center court. The total gym occupancy was about 6000-8000 if I had to guess.

After warming up a bit, we saw them come in. We were full of bluster and confidence but when they got into their warm-up routines, and we saw them we quickly realized...a country of 33 million was capable of finding 15 guys to represent their country that were vastly superior players and athletes to a group of teachers in various degrees of "in-shape" who happen to dabble in weekly pickup games. They had guys over 7 feet tall, a bunch more who looked carved out of granite who towered over us at 6'7 or above.

Undeterred, we matched up for the jump ball and started. Through the first ten minutes or so, we were tied 11-11. They would throw down a dunk, we would hit a long shot. They would out-rebound us and run faster than us, we would chase them.

After not too long, we stopped keeping score. It was better for us that way. It seemed that every time we did something well, they would go on a run of doing something better 7-8 times in a row. Watching all the while were four to five men in full traditional Saudi thobes, sipping tea that was brought to them by an attendant. I'm not quite sure who they were, but I imagine they were the financiers of the team, or company sponsors, or...I don't know, sports enthusiasts with clout? In my mind they were the Jay-Z of this basketball team.

While they did not arrange for a scoreboard operator to work during the night, basic math suggests that we lost by approximately a score of 90+ to 42. We did not win. We were not close. But, we had a great time, faced off against the country's finest basketball players, and lived to tell the tale. In summary, I technically played in the Game of Thrones (as I am calling it) and I made it out alive with a good story.

Ramadan

The holy month of Ramadan is upon us, a time when it is believed that the gates to heaven are open, the gates to hell are closed, and mankind is closer than ever to God. Prayers and sacrifices, such as fasting have extra power during this time, and people strive for good thoughts and good deeds. 

Fasting is a central part of Ramadan, and this fasting is different from the fasting sometimes observed in other cultures. In addition abstaining from food between sunrise and sunset, water is also fasted. If you think this is hard to comprehend, I want you to imagine fasting from water for almost 12 straight hours. In the middle of the desert. In May. For an entire month. The suffering can be extreme. There are exceptions, of course. Sick and elderly, pregnant women, and travelers, for example are exempt from fasting for health reasons and may make up their fasting days when their health has returned.

I fasted for Ramadan years ago with a Lebanese friend of mine and in my own personal experience, the first week was extremely difficult, but it became more bearable after that. I remember thinking that without having to think about what to eat, where to eat, and then eating every few hours, I had much more time to focus thinking on other things, like God, or life, for example. I also felt more spiritually aware and a noticeable sense of inner calm. 

There are several changes in the kingdom during this month and daily life must be adjusted. For example:

Business Hours

Ramadan almost becomes a nocturnal month, when people are less active and visible during the day, and more active and social at night, when it is time to break fast and spend time at the mosque and with family. Therefore, business hours adjust accordingly. Most businesses will be open during the day but close around 4 pm to 7 pm since this is the time when most people are in their homes making preparations for large family meals. Business will then reopen at 8pm, after iftar is finished and remain open until 1 am. Other businesses just close entirely during the day hours and are open in the evening until the early hours of the morning. Imagine my surprise when attempting to schedule a doctor’s appointment and being offered an appointment time of 12:45 am!

Eating and Drinking in Public

I think that technically this is a law, though probably not enforced. It would still be considered extremely poor form for a non-Muslim to be strolling through the mall openly eating and drinking during fasting hours. Most restaurants are closed anywhere. I’m not sure if this is because serving food is prohibited, or they just close because there would be virtually no business. Same goes for smoking cigarettes or chewing gum. 

School

This is the change that affects us the most. Our school shifted into Ramadan hours to accommodate the change in daily schedules for the majority of our families. School now begins one-half hour later and ends one whole hour earlier. As a teacher, this is fantastic! Although there are some definite drawbacks. Tired, hungry, dehydrated teenagers are not the most highly energetic and engaged learners. This is hard because while I sympathize with their discomfort and lack of focus, we still have 3 weeks left of school and are finishing the year with a literary essay - a task which requires considerable focus and attention. 

Despite the minor inconveniences, I do find this month to be a beautiful and very special time and I do admire the devotion and sacrifice that so many of our students and their families make. Here’s wishing all a blessed Ramadan, a sense of inner peace and a renewed perspective and purpose for the year.

Ramadan Kareem!

Sand Day

Well this is a first. I woke up this morning to an orange hue filling the room. As I went downstairs to get breakfast, every window looked bright orange. I opened the window and saw the haze, and smelled the dust and sand. We were in the middle of a sandstorm.

As I ate breakfast and got ready for work, a few friends who are also teachers started chatting with us. Similar to all of the experiences I had as a child growing up in NJ on a cold winter morning, we speculated as to weather or not school would be cancelled. In those days, it would be due to inches or feet of snow accumulating and making it dangerous for people to drive. For us, it was a heavy settling of sand and particles in the air making it unsafe for people to breathe; and unsafe to drive.

Good thing I had ordered some dust and sand masks a few weeks earlier that arrived the night before the storm. While I look like some gross between Hannibal Lecter, Bane, and a fighter pilot, it works. The mask even has vents that open and close like a fish's gills.

As we got ready the speculation continued. We collected stats as if we were preparing for our own argument that we all knew would never happen. "But most of the kids won't show up anyway. But the air quality is listed as hazardous. But it'll get in the windows of our rooms and infect us like a plague of grit." Then we got the email and the call. School was cancelled, well sort of. We would be holding class anyway, but on a distance learning method. Assignments and lesson plans had to be converted into an online method, and all of our correspondence electronic. Either way, it's a day inside with my wife, protected from the grime, and without a tie.

Jordan

A few months ago, when we were in the thick of a long stretch at school with no break to be seen, I decided that we needed a mental break. We were stuck in a rut of grading, 11-12 hour days working on school stuff in some capacity, and tutoring/coaching in the tiny bit of free time we had. I decided to surprise Shannon with a weekend trip away.

After hearing about the trips of some of our colleagues, I decided to book a trip to Amman, Jordan. I booked private tours to Petra, and Jerash and the hotel, targeted a weekend in May when we would be in the middle of another long run, and told her about it. She was super excited.

When the time came, we got our entry-exit visas, which we need to get approved by the government for all of our trips, and we set off. We left work on a Thursday at 4:00 and went straight to the airport where a two hour direct flight laid ahead of us. We got on our plane and about forty minutes into it, a pleasant man name Jaf, who sat next to me, introduced himself. He told me he was a Jordanian man who worked in Saudi, but whose family lived in Jordan. He was on his way home to meet them for the weekend. I told him about our trip and he gave me his cell phone number and told me to contact him if I needed anything. He wanted us to have a good time. This was the first of many friendly encounters we had with Jordanian people.

When we landed, we went through customs, paid our visa entry fee, and hopped in a cab. When we got in, we realized he spoke no English. I gestured to my phone and showed him the name of the hotel, but he apparently hadn't heard of it, or of the cross streets, or the map. I suppose he wasn't able to read English, which was an oversight on my part. I didn't have a map or directions in Arabic. So we did what anyone would do, we stopped on the side of the street and asked a random stranger where this driver should take us. He was friendly and helpful (theme here) and we were on our way.

When we got to the hotel, we walked into the lobby and found a club. There was a DJ, a bar, and enough cigarette smoke filling the air to set a film noir detective movie. As we shouted to the check-in clerk, he told us that there was a nightly sunset party and it often went late. (It was 12:30am by this point) We thanked him, squeezed in between dancing 20-somethings and went up to our room. After some showers, we turned the lights off and went to bed, exhausted. Little did we know that this room had motion sensors. Every time I would scratch my neck or turn over in bed, as if in an interrogation room, the spotlights above me would turn on and jar me awake. As a person who moves a lot while asleep, I can say I was personally responsible for at least 5 spotlights that woke up Shannon and myself, and at least double that in expletives shouted into the night. We were simply too tired, and it was simply too late to get the hotel staff to come up to the room and fix it. So instead, I slept sat there as still as I could for four hours until it was time to get up.

The next morning, we grabbed some breakfast to go and got picked up by our tour guide. We drove through the rolling green and tan hills of Jordan, smitten to be surrounded by...well green. At one point, we were stopped at a checkpoint and our driver and the officer got into some sort of argument. There was a lot of gesturing, animated conversation, and then ultimately, no problems. The only thing that made it intimidating was his partner stationed in a SUV parked on the side of the road with an AR-15 mounted on a swivel chair on the roof of the car. It was a bit intense for the arguing. In my book, the guy with the AR-15 on his side wins just about every time.

Anyway, as we drove, we chatted with our driver about Jordan, about politics, and life. At one point endured enjoyed this for the remainder of our drive until we arrived at the site for Petra. As we approached on a long, winding road, our driver told us that the road was called King's Road and had been built around the year 1200BC and connected Demascus, Rome, Arabia, Jordan, and Egypt. Then he put in his headphones so he could jam out to his music. We stopped for some bathroom and snack breaks as it was a 3.5 hr drive. At one point, both Shannon and I dozed off due to the lack of sleep from our run in with the Batman spotlight the night before. As soon as we did however, we were awoken by the loud, but smooth tones of one Yanni. Our driver was digging it, and had no idea we were asleep.

When we pulled into the site, we were greeted by a small market selling water, clothes, souvenirs, hats, and scarves. Naturally I got a hat and Shannon got a scarf because why not, and also to protect ourselves from the scalding sun. As we entered the site, we were greeted by a tour guide named Mahmoud and he walked us down into a canyon with sloping walls rising above us. As we walked, he pointed out stone structures that had been used as burial sites, homes, and market areas. We even found a wall that had a cross section of a fossil in the wall from thousands of years prior. As we continued, the walls climbed higher and higher and we saw hand carved windowsills, aqueducts, candle holders, and sculptures lining the walls that rose on both sides of us, as high as 400 feet. As the walls grew higher, the temperature lowered into a cool and comfortable climate, with plentiful shade laying on us like a protective blanket. Our guide explained that the area was inhabited by the Nabatean civilization, and was influenced by the Ancient Greek, Roman, and Egyptian civilizations. A lot of architecture from each of these was found throughout the site. During its time, the area was occupied by a wide variety of different civilizations as well after the Nabateans. Due to the Nabatean polytheistic way of life, many statues were tributes for their Gods. As other monotheistic civilizations took over, they decapitated many of the statues, which left eerily well preserved bodies of statues with no head.

As we walked, we were passed by horses, camels, donkeys, and the occasional chariot carrying other
tourists down the path.We came around the corner to the famous treasury site and it was absolutely breathtaking. I had seen it in photos, and in movies (shout-out to Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade) but I hadn't imagined the size, the overwhelming attention to detail, and the magnificence of the facade carved into the building. As we wandered around, countless people tried to sell us on trinkets, souvenirs, camel rides, secret hikes to the "best view" and many other add-ons. Most of the men rode camels or horses and wore heavy kohl on their eyes, which made them look like the Dothraki from the Game of Thrones series. One young boy, who reminded me of Short Round from Indiana Jones, had a really hard time accepting "No Thank You" as an answer and began to follow me around mocking me by saying "No THAAAANNNNNKKKK YOOOOOUUU" and giggling.

I honestly expected the treasury to be the end of the site, but as we continued down the path, we
found our way into an amphitheater, a residential site, a holy worship house, a palace, and countless other fantastic buildings carved into the cliff. We stopped along the way at a small restaurant and had some freshly pressed mint lemonade, and a plate of hummus and vegetables and marveled at the view around us. We wandered around a bit more and then slowly climbed our way out of the lost stone city, up through the canyon, and back to our driver who was waiting with more Yanni to escort us home.

I will say, driving in Jordan was relatively easy. In general, driving in the Middle East is easy, aside from the drivers themselves. The roads are largely unobstructed because...desert, so you can get to most places, even 3 and a half hour away, in less than two to three turns. It's quite convenient.

Quick aside, the day was not easy. There was a significant amount of hiking, intense heat, and no real rest. My wife is a badass. Despite being pregnant, and therefore shorter on energy than she would have been otherwise, she toughed it out and in fact led the way most of the day.

When we got back, we showered and went out for dinner. We came across a great local spot and had

more mint lemonade, and the BEST hummus, grape leaves, and falafel we have ever had. It was incredible. When we were sufficiently stuffed, we wandered the streets of Amman for a bit before heading to our hotel, just ahead of the dance party. We reveled in the days events and the fact that on a random weekend, we just saw one of the World's 7 New Wonders. An early bedtime awaited us, and another adventure the next morning. Don't worry, the motion lights were fixed.

We got up the next day, grabbed some breakfast, and waited outside for our ride. We waited, and waited, and waited. We were concerned about the timing of it all because we had a flight to catch in the afternoon, but wanted to make time to go to Jerash. We had a very tight window to work with. I called the tour company and they realized that they had written down the wrong date for our trip, and had us marked down for the following day. I corrected the mistake and they sent us a driver and decided to comp us a free trip to the airport afterwards.

When our driver arrived, he wore sunglasses to cover his bloodshot eyes and told us he had just arrived after one hour of sleep the night before. Note to all professional drivers out there, don't drive with one hour of sleep. Definitely don't tell your clients that. We were nervous as he drove us across the city and towards the site. Apparently he was kept awake by his NOW That's What I Call Music CD from 2008. The tranquil rolling hills of Jordan were set to the tones of Brittney Spears, Hoobastank, and a few Lil John songs.

When we finally arrived, we were ushered into another market selling random goods, when we came out the other side, we were greeted by a gigantic entrance made of stone and a pathway that was walked upon hundreds and hundreds of years prior.

As we walked through the city we were struck by how real it felt. There were grooves in the stone streets from carriages. There was a hippodrome stadium where gladiators had fought for sport. We were surrounded by streets lined by marble columns, fountains, and statues that all stood, well preserved. We were told that the city was first founded in 1000BC and was built up, changed, improved, and lived in by the Greeks, Romans, and citizens of the Byzantine Empire. It was incredible to walk the streets in front of temples where some of the world's most advanced ancient civilizations created engineering feats that still stood, in front of us, three thousand years later! (Yes I know that the Roman city wasn't 3000 years old, but the city itself was)

As we walked the streets and hills, it was easy to imagine vendors selling hand made goods, people
gathering in the theaters for a play, or in the main hall for a political debate. It was absolutely amazing. It was well preserved, beautiful, and charged with significance. As we left, I was astounded by what we were able to visit over the course of the weekend. Our driver stopped at a local shop for some pita bread and some sort of sour goat's milk yogurt drink that we pretended to have, and we reflected back on our weekend as we went to the airport. We wanted another adventure, and a weekend away from the routine. We definitely found it in Jordan, where we fell in love with the food, the culture, the history, and the people.

Me Tarzan, You Undertaker

This one will be a short one. It was just too weird to not comment on. Last night, Shannon and I went to the mall after work. We had some errands to run and figured it would be better to get them all out of the way in one shot. As we were walking around the mall, she had to stop and go shopping in a store I couldn't go in with her. While she was in there, I got a cup of coffee and sat on the bench outside in the mall concourse area.

I was sitting down minding my own business and reading some stuff from my phone when a man in a brown thobe walked up to be. I looked up and around to see if I was accidentally in his way or something. He said some words in Arabic to me, to which I did as any non-Arabic speaker would do. I gave my most polite and apologetic facial expression and shrugged my shoulders. He asked, "Arabic?" and I shook my head no. He asked, "English?" and I said yes. Meanwhile I was still very confused as to what was happening or why I was his chosen companion for conversation.

He tapped his chest in a very "Me Tarzan" kind of way and said "Jonesena." I took this as some sort of introduction, and tapped my own chest like an idiot and said, "Justin" thus completing the awkward misunderstood greeting ritual. As I wondered what sort of name Jonesena was, or if I had misheard him, he extended his hand for a handshake, so naturally I thought, I have now formally met Jonesena and I shook it back and smiled. He then tapped his shoulders and his chest and said "Undertaker." That's when I got it. He had said "John Cena."

Because I was an American, I must have been interested in WWE and other western culture. In addition, there was a big WWE show in Saudi about two weeks ago. This guy was trying to reach out to me and make a connection with the only way he knew how. Either that, or I was formally challenged to a wrestling match with this man. He grunted and walked away, so I'm not sure if that means I have a new friend, or a date for a battle for the Intercontinental Championship Belt.

After Shannon got out from the store, we walked around some more. When we went into another store, and she tried on a few things, another man in a thobe walked up to me and started speaking Arabic. I responded with my same friendly grin and shrug combo and he replied in English. The conversation went as follows.

"Where are you from?"-Kind Stranger
"The United States of America."-the foolish foreigner
"How long have you been here?"-Kind Stranger
"About 8 months. Are you from here"-the foolish foreigner
"Yes. What do you do for work?"-Kind Stranger
"I work at an International School here."-foolish foreigner
"That is very interesting. I would like to get coffee with you some time."-Kind Stranger
"Ummm...okay. I like coffee."-foolish foreigner
"Do you have kids and a wife?"-Kind Stranger
"Yes, she is in the store."-foolish foreigner
"Did you date her before you were married?"-Kind Stranger
"..." (Trying to carefully answer this...) "Yes...?"-foolish foreigner
"That is great. Love is a wonderful thing. I must go. Please call me and we will get coffee sometime. It was nice to meet you."-Kind Stranger

So now, if I survive my wrestling bout, I may have a new friend who wants to get coffee as a part of some sort of cultural exchange. Both people who I spoke with were kind, outgoing, and friendly. I can't remember the last time I had a single one of those types of conversations with a complete stranger. It was interesting and it was a nice bridge to a different group of Saudis.

Night at the Movies

Big News! The first movie theatre in Saudi Arabia since the early 1980’s opened in Riyadh last month, causing much excitement among Saudis and expats alike. AMC secured a deal be the first cinema company in operation in the kingdom. Until the permanent facility is constructed, the cinema has a temporary home in an auditorium located in the King Abdullah Financial District downtown. The first screening, Black Panther, was invitation-only and the theatre did not open to the public until the following week, debuting the new Avengers movie, Infinity War. My teaching buddy is a movie buff. So much so, that he flies to Bahrain regularly just to be able to go to the cinemas there and see the new releases. Obviously he was thrilled to be  able to secure 3 tickets online and so Justin and I were able to be among some of the first to experience the Riyadh cinema.

Because the financial district is typically not open to the public in general, parking and security

attendants were placed in the traffic lanes surrounding the building and we had to pull over and show our online ticket stubs before being allowed to enter the parking lot. We were then given wristbands and allowed into the parking garage. You got the immediate feeling that this a big deal, as upon parking our car in the garage and walking inside the building, we passed no less than 14 attendants, in suit jackets and ties, greeting us and pointing us in the direction of the theatre. There was a small concession stand, offering water, soda, and either butter or caramel popcorn. Another set of attendants was also handing out complimentary bags of Lays potato chips upon entering the theatre, and marking on your wristband that you had in fact received said chips. Because the theatre is actually a business convention or lecture hall, the floor had a gentle slope from the back of the room to the front. And while the seats didn’t recline, they did come with fold out tables, originally designed for taking notes during a business meeting, but which doubled as excellent table tops for drinks and popcorn.

Because we had no idea what the traffic or seating situation would be like, we wound up arriving almost an hour before the film was scheduled to start. However, the theatre quickly filled up with both young and old couples, some children, and even some groups of young women. As I looked around the gradually filling theatre, I noticed young women wearing their abayas unzipped and several women with their niqabs flipped back and eating popcorn. One young man even walked in wearing a cosplay-style Thanos hand. There was a general buzz and excitement filling the room.
Finally the previews started, and far unlike the 15 minutes of previews one must sit through in the US, this time there were only 3, and they lasted no more than 5 minutes. The first shot was a clip from the 60 Minutes interview with the Crown Prince. He was quoted reminding the interviewer, that back in the 70’s, Saudi Arabia was “like any other country,” with women working, women driving, and movie theatres everywhere. The next clip was a “History of Film and Cinema” piece that offered a moving timeline of major accomplishments in the film industry, making note of significant Saudi filmmakers, and ending with a note that said something to the effect of, “the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, now continuing to make history in film,” and presumably referring to the re-emergence of cinema in the Kingdom. The last and final spot was a Coca-Cola commercial, featuring a father in thobe, getting out of the driver’s seat of his car and handing the car keys to his teen-aged daughter. The father then sits in the passenger seat and cringes in a fatherly way as his daughter attempts to jerkily drive the car. Finally, with the help of Coca-Cola she is able to do so successfully. I thought this was an incredibly and cool commercial and I felt like I was watching something really important happen.

Then we settled in to the almost 3-hour movie, and while there may have been one or two kissing

scenes that were cut from the film, the audience was incredibly fun. They laughed at every joke, (especially a Jesus one!) they booed when the bad guys got an advantage, they cheered when a good guy had a leg up, and they clapped at almost every small victory in the plot. It was so fun! I’ve never experienced such an engaged, happy audience during a movie before.

It was definitely a cool experience and I’m glad we were able to be there for one of the first screenings. Since there is only one screen and theatre at the moment, we may have to wait a while until the next showing comes out. But this was not only fun to experience but also a significant step towards progress that we were able to be a part of.

Some Big News

This blog began as a way for us to document our experiment/experiences as we decided to take the plunge and live abroad. We knew there would be many new challenges, cultural differences, adjustments, struggles, and triumphs. That has all been true, and to the best of our ability, documented. However, this blog has also kind of served as a time capsule for us. It has captured many more moments than what we now consider a part of "living and teaching overseas." It has been a running account of our lives in many ways and included things that had nothing to do with our teaching. We have lost loved ones. We have missed out on family events and milestones at home. We have documented our own travels, adventures, and triumphs that resulted not from our distance from home, but from our daily lives. This blog includes photos from our engagement. It has stories from our families as they came to us for our wedding. It has been some combination of our frustrations and celebrations as foreigners in new lands, a family photo album, and a journal for us to look back upon. It is also a method for us to share our lives and our milestones with those whom we love who live far away. I am incredibly grateful for the way this has evolved into a tool for us and a reflective soundboard for us.

Since this blog has served as all of those things for us, while it has nothing to do with us teaching overseas, we both feel it is important, and appropriate to update our life milestones further. Shannon and I recently found out that we are going to be welcoming a new addition to our family. She's pregnant! It's early, and we have a long way to go, a lot to learn, and a lot of preparation. However, we can speak to the fact that we are incredibly excited, anxious, nervous, and happy.

This blog has served us well over the course of the last five years or so. It has been a place for us to share our news and our lives with everyone we love. We hope those of you who read this are excited for us, and find it worthy as a post to this record of our adventures.

We will be sure to add stories of the absurd, difficulties, and further adventures related to this whole experience.

Well Suited

One of my least favorite things about teaching overseas is the limited availability of stuff in the host country. In Ecuador, we craved things that we couldn't have, like M&Ms, Buffalo Sauce, and clothes that fit. That is always going to be a challenge; desire for specific stuff. The result of these inevitable longings for specific possessions usually leads to supply runs when we go home for the summer. In previous years, we've stocked up suitcases full of protein powders, sauces, work clothes, and every and all other things we couldn't get. I would say on average, we have devoted 1/2 of our baggage on our return trips to bringing supplies back with us that we otherwise wouldn't have.

In preparation for a similar haul this summer, we sat down and made some lists of things we wanted to stock up on. During this process, it occurred to me that we actually have availability for most of the things we need here. Everything is much more accessible here than in Ecuador. That significantly decreased my "to purchase" list to a few things. One thing that remained was a new suit. We are required to wear them a few times per year on specific parent event days. Well, at least it was on my list until I heard about how reasonable custom suits are here.

About a week ago, I was having a conversation with a friend of mine, when he mentioned he had a tailor. It turns out, his tailor helped him with more than alterations, he made custom suits. So off we went to go get a few made.

This particular journey took us through the dusty streets of Riyadh to a downtown area about 40 minutes away from our compound. When we got there, the shop was closed, because hours of operation are more like estimated timelines more than definitive expectations. So we waited outside of his tailor's shop for about a half hour. The area can best be described as a maze of cluttered shops. Connecting the spiderweb of concrete were dust filled alleyways guarded by mangled dirty cats, stricken with scars from probably fights over tumbleweeds of trash. It did not give off the impression of fine customized high fashion and luxury.

When the man and his partner decided to open up, we walked in to a store roughly the size of an average living room, with bolts of fabric stacked floor to ceiling. He had dozens and dozens different fabrics of the same shade of navy blue, the same for black and gray. He said that they varied in quality, thickness, and weight. Then, he had the dozens of different shades of each color, each with its own equally impressive stack of quality materials. It was overwhelming.

Having never purchased a custom fit suit before, I largely followed the lead of my friend. I picked out a color, picked out a fabric, got fitted, and tried on some sample options. The man discussed each and every aspect of the suit in a level of detail and care that was equally impressive and overwhelming. I had to pick the thickness of the collar, the vent style, the number of vents, the height of the vents, the depth of the pockets, the angles of the pockets, the fabric inner lining, color of the inner lining, the number of buttons, the placement of buttons, the desired circumference of space for the pants around my leg, the lay of the collar, preferences in length of the pant on a shoe, whether or not I wanted pockets inside of the jacket, the stitching pattern and placement. It was unbelievable.

Needless to say with my process, and my friend getting three suits, we were there for a while. While we were there I commissioned a few dress shirts to be custom made, and went through the process all over again, albeit at a smaller level of detail.

We paid a deposit on our suits and were asked to come back a week later for another fitting. After paying, and thinking for a moment about the likelihood that it would work out okay, we left with slightly lighter wallets and no assurances that we would in fact, get our suits. The cost of the suit, fully customized, was well under the prices of anything from a department store in the US, and it was being build for me around me, and with my specific requests. The shirts too, were about half of the cost of most nice dress shirts in the states.

Today, after hearing about my experience, Shannon and a friend of mine went to go check it out again, and for an updated fitting. Man, and I pleasantly surprised. The suit fit nearly perfectly. I tried it on and, while not done yet, it looked great. Some gaps in fabric and adjustments were made with a piece of chalk by the tailor and I was done. I will be returning in a week to get it all, two weeks in total to go from cloth on a shelf to a perfectly customized suit. My friend ordered a few and we were on our way. Now I'm left thinking of what other things I can use that excess suitcase space for on our return trip.