Morjes!

Welcome to my blog. I write about fitting in, sticking out, and missing the motherland as a serial foreigner.

Weekend at Bridget's

Jeremy's brother Scott came to visit us this weekend. Here's what you get when you spend four days with the Palmers in the UAE. Take note, everyone who's been thinking of coming to visit us.

You go to the (almost) top of the world's tallest building, aka THE BURJ KHALIFA.

You go to church in Sharjah. Scintillating, I tell you.



You visit some friends to help celebrate their daughter's birthday. Scott was a good sport about this one - hanging out with a bunch of strangers - but I have to say, it was a good deal considering a SingStar sing-off was involved.

You have cinnamon rolls for breakfast on Saturday morning,

then spend the day at Atlantis Aquaventure,

on an island shaped like a palm tree.

You eat the best Indian food ever at Dubai Festival City, then take a jaunt around Dubai Creek on a water taxi.

The next day, you brave the traffic and drive into Deira, take a water taxi into Bur Dubai,
 and then shop for some souvenirs.

On your last day in town, you play Guitar Hero.

And you skydive, indoors, at iFly Dubai.

(And so does the 5.5-year-old in attendance.)

In return, you hand-deliver gifts to Miriam and Magdalena from Grandma.

Goodbye, Scott! We'll miss you!
Especially Magdalena.

Now back to the drudgery of everyday life, right?

(And that research paper I've been meaning to get to.)

I no longer hate most of my clothes

May 13th, outsourced