Monday, November 23, 2009
2147 Camel Street, Barefoot City, Salalah, Oman
Me: “Really Mom thats sweet, but we don't need anything”
Mom: “The kids say they really miss eating pancakes and asked me for lollypops and I couldn’t help myself I bought a few more dresses”
Me: “Oh don’t worry Mom, they have pancake mix here, its just not Aunt Jamima, but its good. No more clothes either, please don’t trouble yourself”
Mom: “Yes, but I want to send them something, I miss them so much, and since I can’t see them, it would bring me so much joy if I could send them some things... I really want to send you a package, hold on let me get a pen for your mailing address hun”
Me: “Wait! Mom!… Mom?…Mom wait don't get a pen, we don’t have a mailing address"
Mom: “What? What do you mean?"
Me: “I mean, we DON’T have a mailing address, people don’t have regular mailing addresses here. I mean I could get a PO box but..
Mom: “What?! What do you mean you don't have an address? Where do you get your bills? Where are you again Sweetie? How can you NOT have a mailing address?”
Me: “We don’t really receive mail”….(except the gas bill slipped under our front door). "Salalah, Mom, we're near Yemen" (I said that on purpose)
Mom: “I just don’t understand, you mean to tell me that you live in a house but you don’t have an address,?”
Mom: “Well what if I need to send you something, what am I supposed to do?”
Me: “You can fedex it here in Salalah and we can pick it up, or... I could get a P.O box.
Mom: “So fedex has an address but you don’t?"
Me: smiling “yeah Mom”.