The weather is putting me in such a strange mood. I love the clouds, the breeze and the coolish air that comes through. I wish I could sit on my terrace all day with endless cups of coffee (cappuccino would be nice) and a stack of novels. Let me fantasize a little more...no cleaning or dusting, laundry or vacuuming, no needy children, no studying , no phone calls to make, just me and my mistress accompanied by books. Ah, no such luck.
On a more serious note, I have a bit of a dilemma. I’ve never had a real problem making friends, but it seems all of a sudden I lost my touch? So here’s my letter, in an attempt to be friends with a stranger.
I am writing you this open letter, in front of all my readers in hopes that perhaps they can put in a good word for me, and you will respond, or at least leave a comment.
I have privately emailed you three times already and have not received a response. I thought you enjoyed reading my blog and would take interest in meeting me? I even thought it would be nice to meet, face to face (without the shades)? I love coffee, as I know you do. Maybe I can treat you to a cup? We can chat the night away...about life in Salalah?
For those of you curious enough to know…
I am an expat married to an Omani, who has been living in Salalah long enough to appreciate and admire the culture but not long enough to willingly eat camel or wear a pom pom.
Our decision to leave the luxuries of ‘home’ was made in hopes of finding contentment in the simple things in life.
I have grown to truly love and respect the people here, their traditional values and conservative lifestyle. At times though, I am a fish out of water.
The intention to write was inspired in part by a friend, along with my need to release through words. My journey to and in Salalah has been one full of excitement, strange encounters and a strengthening of faith.