Arabian Coffee and other odd bits....

In reference to the above snap: Dad does the swimming and looking for stuff, Munchkin #2 does the examination of the found critters and objects. Oh yeah, we have fun.

The other evening, I was sitting in a restaurant enjoying a very tasty bacon cheeseburger with barbecue sauce. Yummy. There was a coffee place next door. Well, a gentleman in traditional dress walked right into the coffee place with a hooded falcon (yes it was alive) on his arm. He ordered a coffee and walked out. What was even more amusing was that nobody seemed to notice or think this was unusual. Whatever the reason or point - it was great fun.

The husband the other day was in Oman and popped into a Starbucks for a latte. Well, he got is 'McCoffee' and proceeded to the outside seating area to drink it and check his email. The outside seating area overlooked a BEAUTIFUL stretch of blue ocean. Not the typical Starbucks.

And, a bit of a coffee language lesson: Those of you in the America's reading this: In many English speaking countries (or in non-English speaking countries for that matter), one does not have 'a cup of coffee.' One drinks 'a coffee.' You could say, "I'll have a donut and a cup of coffee." Or, you could say, "I'll have a pastry and a coffee."

And...........drum roll.......

We have plane tickets to India. We are all VERY excited. Finally. Crazy stuff: last month went to Norway. This month going to India. Next month going back to the home country. January, going to Khasab, Oman. February? Don't know yet. March, back to Khasab, Oman.

I have a loving family, a life enriching job, a cool place to live, great friends and a rapidly filling passport. More than I deserve. Life is rich. Off to the patio to read and sip a coffee.