I’ve had a busy three days here. I’ve seen the back of a lot of taxis and drank more coffee than I have since I gave up caffeine in 2008. It is SO hard to say no to coffee here.
I’ve read the English-language daily paper here every morning and wondered “What must they think of us?” It’s all the worst of America’s news.
I’ve been fascinated by the expat community: Egyptians, Philippinos, Bangladeshis and more. Many have been here since before the war…21 years ago.
Since my arrival, my Arabic is better than ever: I’ve added “No problem” to my (entertainingly limited) vocabulary, and I can finally remember how to say 7, 8, 9, and 10. (Prior to this, I could only count to 6 in Arabic.)
And everyone has just been so gosh darn NICE.
Kuwait, I think I like you. I will just have to come back.
***Update*** Shortly after posting this, I left for the airport for my flight back to the States. Denied. Cancelled. So looks like I’ll have another 24 hours to get to know Kuwait City!