Hijab Celebration…

… at Dori’s school. For those of the girls who embraced a scarf. Interesting experience through the eyes of an European for sure!
Please, do forgive me the composition and occasional blur in the foreground (usually caused by front row people tilting in to my frame), ’twas a tid bit crowded and for some (still) fascinating reason, palm-and-bigger-sized smartphones are fine with the vast majority of people at various events, but a conventional camera somehow intimidates and scares – so flashing out my Pentax with proper lens in a Jaffaria school was a bit of an adventure for me. I really don’t think Samsung pics would do it this time.
So, here it goes – girls’ school, girls’ celebration; in Kuwait. By my inconspicuous black box of wonders.














More details on the subject of the celebration later.


Also, I still adore when my husband dresses in dishdasha and ghutra with igal. So smexy! Don’t you think?

House Progress

It’s starting to look like we might actually build it! It will probably cost my dear husband all his hair (and hair colour on the remainder), but at least he’ll have a place to complain about it at. I think.
Also, the mystery of camel tracks on our land was solved; merely a new neighbour… it’s just such a shame that the house is this <-----------------> far from any amenities, work and current schools.




Another Bits and Pieces of Kuwait

Whatever I’ve managed to snatch from car or around. I usually have the wrong lens for these things, like my 77mm today (great for portraits!), whilst the wide angles laid happily at home… well, gotta work with what you’ve got!
Since ever I’ve lived here, I’ve christened Kuwait to “country of contrast”, at least architectural, largely due to a lack of restrictions and regulations, so finding a lot of diversity among the houses isn’t a problem – on the contrary, sometimes, the streets are just a big mess! (To the European eye, of course.)








Lobster Faces and Beach Feet

As the winter is practically over (it’d be around 30°C in shade by now, if it wasn’t for a sandstorm earlier this week which forced the temperatures way down – heck, it was 3°C the morning after it, cold even for me!), taking a good walk gets a priority for me. Here’s a quick recap of the sandiness:

But it has been picking up back to heat ever since, hence a good outing was in order. And so we did!







I’ve also “celebrated” a successful third month on Rusty Moore’s program (well, slightly modified for my needs, with Fitness Blender thrown in here and there when I feel like it, just to spice things up), and I feel great. Well, not that great yet, but good enough and better than before for sure. I’ve probably lost a pound or two as well; wouldn’t know, really, as we’ve got no scales at home. But I do tighten my jeans’ belt 2 holes more, and that’s something (we’re talking about roughly 7 cm!). What I do know for sure are three things – I look like a freshly boiled lobster after a workout, and I feel like Niagaras right after that; but I also feel exhilarated and “able” in the longer run. And that’s what really counts, as it helps me battle a lot of stuff along the way.
I also sleep a tad bit better – except for teething nights – since, well, an hour of rigorous exercise a day does add to energy loss in the end of the day and I fall in the bed half unconscious at times. Which in turn leads to better feeling in the day due to longer and deeper sleep, more energetic body, yaddi yadda, I think everyone knows that living in a certain way produces certain results.


However; that doesn’t mean that I don’t feel totally wrecked after Maryam decides to have a bad, bad night and not let me sleep, and I still refuse to skip my daily dose of treadmill (although usually shorter interval than if I slept well). It wrecks me good. Very good. Those days I tend to fall asleep sitting over dinner.
But hey. All in all, it’s better now. Not that it was particularly bad before, that is.

Winter’s Edge

An usually chilly morning for Kuwait, even the street cats thought it was way overboard. Hiding from harsh wind (although blissfully salty from the sea), tucked away under concrete blocks trying to warm themselves up in the sun – which was very pitiful this day, just by the way. And that’s not something I say in Middle East.