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Life in Qatar
Mar. 1st, 2005 02:58 pmAs I was setting up for our open house outside the library yesterday, a very official-looking group of men in thobes swished by me. They seemed to be touring Cornell, and there was a camera crew with them. Worried they'd try to sneak a piece of baklava, I hovered over the snack & drink table I was setting up. Turns out it was the crown princes of Qatar and Bahrain. Maybe I didn't have to worry quite so much about the baklava.
Then, on the way home from work this afternoon, I saw a herd of goats being ushered across Al Gharrafa, the major thoroughfare outside Education City. They had already crossed two lanes of traffic and were milling around on the divider waiting for a gap in traffic in my direction.
This is sure an odd place to live sometimes. Occasionally -- like yesterday evening, driving home from choir practice and listening to a techno remix of "Enjoy the Silence" on the radio -- I forget that I live somewhere as "exotic" as the Arabian peninsula. But yes, I do.
Then, on the way home from work this afternoon, I saw a herd of goats being ushered across Al Gharrafa, the major thoroughfare outside Education City. They had already crossed two lanes of traffic and were milling around on the divider waiting for a gap in traffic in my direction.
This is sure an odd place to live sometimes. Occasionally -- like yesterday evening, driving home from choir practice and listening to a techno remix of "Enjoy the Silence" on the radio -- I forget that I live somewhere as "exotic" as the Arabian peninsula. But yes, I do.
