Forgive me for any errors (and also the copyright infringement on the title 😉). This is on my phone, while I slowly drink my coffee in Starbucks.
Around 12:30 Wednesday morning is when I arrived “home” after traveling since Monday. Immediately slept for 13 hours. I so regret not paying the exorbitant amount to ship my pillows and feather bed. I wake up at 2 pm yesterday and need coffee. Big need. I stumble outside. It’s 45. It’s a dry heat so it only feels like 43. It’s great. Really.
I ask some poor random man where to get a coffee. I think I look fairly unhinged and he points and mumbles “ hotel”. Okay. Shakraan mister.
I walk into the hotel and I am the only Westerner. Furthermore, everyone is in traditional dress only. It’s amazing how immediately uncomfortable I feel. Not that anyone was rude or staring or disapproving. Not at all. I just felt different. Almost exposed even though my clothes covered everything that respectfully should be covered 😉 A little insight to how immigrants may feel in some of our more homogenous societies
I end up at Burger King Coffee is surprisingly good I pay with the asshole equivalent of a hundred dollar bill because that’s all I have
My change is confusing Our school mandoub ( the guy who does EVERYTHING) drillsme on currency math I tell him I haven’t had enough coffee to multiply yet and fuck it I’m paying by credit until the jet lag passes
I go shopping for food and stuff Not only does someone unload my cart to the conveyor, they also push my cart out
I learn how to use my gas stove
I learn to jury rig the three prong to accept 2
I realize I’m gonna get fat on chocolate pistachio buns and better find a gym
I also learned that jet lag takes more than a day to go away
Oh and when they stopped laughing, apparently I will be able to find a bike 🙄
I’m off in search of a coffee maker Bought a Turkish one, but I need practice Until then